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.

If I didn’t know better, I would say that his shoulders slumped a little, too. “It’s about both

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,

on,” I muttered. “But make

slowly. “I’m sorry. For all of it. That’s all I

took a deep breath, pressing my lips together. “An apology,”

Right?”

another manipulative

because the bailiff’s impatient eyes were

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 it’s my duty as your lawyer.” I paused,

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

I replied with a huff, the click of my heels echoing against the stone flooring. “But binding or not, if I’m dealing

and something uniquely Logan- filling the air. “I never lied about my intentions. But Ella, if you’re

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

final glance at Logan, I proceeded towards the large wooden doors of the courtroom. To my surprise, Logan reached out, holding the door open for me.

imposing than before. The tall ceilings, flanked by ornate moldings, dwarfed the attendees. The stained oak of the jury box and the witness stand contrasted with the deep green

down the aisle, the room’s atmosphere was thick with anticipation. Heads turned, eyes following us, their whispers a constant, hushed undertone. The opposing lawyer, Mr. Delaney, a slender man with a shock of silver hair, stood

circumstances, my client sees no winnable outcome here. He’s willing to vacate the premises. But evicting all the tenants-it’s tearing him

and the soft creak of leather seats. I could feel the weight of Miss Smith’s gaze on me. When our eyes met,

case pressing down heavily. As the room awaited the judge’s response,

through the high windows, casting long beams

The judge said, peering at Logan over his

But Logan remained standing.

glaring up at