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.

that his

courtroom door with an impatient look in her gaze. She held her wrist up and tapped her watch silently, signaling that it

on,” I muttered.

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

took a deep breath, pressing my lips together. “An apology,” Ema said. “Maybe that’s

Right?”

just another manipulative tactic to bring

partially because the bailiff’s impatient eyes were now

complicated in my life, but first and foremost right now, you’re my client and nothing more. I’m here to

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

flooring. “But binding or not, if I’m dealing with someone who lies about his intentions, it

Logan- filling the air. “I never lied about my intentions.

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.

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. I murmured a quiet thank you,

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

eyes following us, their whispers a constant, hushed undertone. The opposing lawyer, Mr. Delaney, a slender man with a shock of silver hair, stood as proceedings

the circumstances, my client sees no winnable outcome here. He’s willing to vacate the premises.

leather seats. I could feel the weight of Miss

of the case pressing down heavily. As the room awaited the judge’s response, Logan, in a move

to look around the room. The sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long beams

at Logan over his wire-rimmed glasses. “Be

But Logan remained standing.

quietly, glaring up