His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 315 A Change Of Heart

Ella

The courthouse’s archaic clock chimed, echoing through the expansive corridor. Warm sunlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the cold marble floor.

The hum of hushed conversations filled the hallway as I pushed my way out of the bathroom. In a few minutes, I’d be back in court, facing another round of the tumultuous battle between Logan and the local tenants.

I wasn’t looking forward to it; not in the slightest. And I especially wasn’t looking forward to it after my emotional conversation with Miss Smith in the restroom.

Logan’s tall frame called out to me from the end of the hallway. “Ella,” he said, a strange sense of what almost sounded like remorse in his voice, “I’d like to talk to you.”

The sunlight filtering through caught the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, but they bore an uncharacteristic uncertainty to them.

“Oh, god,” I thought to myself as I approached. “What is it now?” “Does he look… remorseful?” Ema asked, perking up slightly. “Maybe he’s had a change of heart after all.”

“Don’t get too excited, Ema,” I said plainly in response. “And don’t give the jerk too much credit. I’m almost entirely certain that he doesn’t even have a heart in there to change.”

I approached and stopped a couple of feet in front of him, noticing how the hallway was emptying as the others returned to court. “What is it?” I asked, checking my watch.

“Ella,” he began, his voice lower than its usual confident timbre, “about earlier-*

“What about earlier?” I interjected, raising a brow. “You mean when you tried to intimidate me, or when you referred to a single mother and her dying son as ‘just business’?”

The chandeliers overhead cast soft light, reflecting off the high-gloss wooden benches and illuminating Logan’s conflicted expression.

know better, I would say that his

his shoulder at the bailiff, who was standing by the courtroom door with an impatient look in her gaze. She held her wrist up and tapped her watch silently, signaling that it was

muttered. “But make

sorry. For all of it. That’s

my lips together. “An apology,” Ema said.

Right?”

just another manipulative tactic to bring me back

said nothing in response to Logan’s apology. partially because the bailiff’s impatient eyes were now boring holes

be… complicated in my life, but first and foremost right now, you’re my client and nothing more. I’m here to win this case for you because

through his jet- black hair, which stood in stark contrast to the creamy backdrop of the courthouse walls. “Ella,

not, if I’m dealing with someone who lies about his intentions, it automatically makes the contract null and void. I may

air. “I never lied about my intentions. But Ella, if you’re so unhappy with our

blinked, taken aback by his concession. This was not the domineering Logan Barrett I had come to know. Before I could respond, the bailiff’s voice boomed, interrupting the cocoon of our conversation.

wooden doors of the courtroom. To my surprise, Logan reached out, holding the door open for me. I murmured a quiet thank you, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and stepped into

moldings, dwarfed the attendees. The stained oak of the jury box and the witness stand contrasted

aisle, the room’s atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Heads turned, eyes following us, their whispers a constant, hushed undertone. The opposing lawyer, Mr.

his throat, he addressed the room. “Your Honor, given the circumstances, my client sees no winnable outcome here. He’s willing

I could feel the weight of Miss Smith’s gaze on me.

the implications of the case pressing down heavily. As the room awaited the judge’s response, Logan, in a move that seemed completely out

room. The sunlight streamed through the

Barrett?” The judge said, peering at Logan over his

But Logan remained standing.

up at him, “what are