His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 313 Stony Eyed

Ella

The closeness was stifling. The proximity of our bodies, the heat radiating from Logan, the intensity of his gaze-it was all too much.

The moment we stepped away from each other, a fresh wave of cool air seemed to sweep through the dimly lit stairwell. I could feel the flush on my cheeks, a stinging reminder of just how close we had been.

I swiftly adjusted my blazer, using the action as a pretext to collect my thoughts. Glancing at Logan, I shot him a dirty look.

“Logan, if you ever get that close to me again, trying to use your body to intimidate me or whatever it was you were doing, I swear, I’ll rip our contract to shreds and refuse to work with you again.”

He raised a brow, his features sculpted, his piercing eyes still locked onto mine. “Intimidate you? Ella, I wasn’t trying to intimidate you.”

I scoffed. “Oh, please! What would you call it then?”

He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching as he searched for words. “I can’t help it, Ella. I’m an Alpha. It’s… it’s instinctual. And you,” he paused, his voice turning husky, “you’re attractive. And you’re my fated mate. Sorry if sometimes my wolf wants to get closer to you, especially when you’re being fiery like this.”

I blinked, taken aback. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. “Fiery? Come on, Logan. Grow up. We have to be professional.”

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I do try to control myself.”

Rolling my eyes, I retorted, “Well, then try harder. We’re in a courthouse, not a bar.”

put off, his eyes flashing with annoyance. “I’m well aware we’re not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s

stared at me for a moment, the tension palpable. Then, letting out a sigh

needed was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene. “Come on. We’d

families huddled together for support, and the dim fluorescent lights illuminated the sorrow and strain etched

caressed my face, offering temporary respite from the oppressive heat of the

of his presence beside me, the weight of his indifference about the case pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. The murmurs and whispered exchanges around us seemed distant, but one particular conversation

few steps ahead, Miss Smith-the distraught mother who had given her tearful testimony earlier-stood with her lawyer. From my vantage point, I could see the red rims of her

Smith,” her lawyer began, a touch of genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It

shook her head, strands of her brown hair falling into her face. “But my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that?

like a gut punch. This wasn’t what I wanted. I should

slumping as he replied, “I’ve tried everything.

faint rustling of papers, and the distant sound of a gavel banging. But for me, everything narrowed

even understanding. But there was nothing. His features remained as stoic as ever. It felt like a slap across my face, the sting of his

hint of annoyance flashing across his

then let out a long breath,

ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her

“Why isn’t it?” I shot back, my voice quivering with frustration. “Why can’t you just show a shred of humanity for

exchange. Whispers floated our way, curious eyes darting in our direction. But I

he began, a warning tone to his voice, “this isn’t