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.”

well aware we’re not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing my eyes, “then maybe it’s time you acted

palpable. Then, letting out a

in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene. “Come on. We’d better get moving

atmosphere of the courtroom had spilled into the adjoining hallway, where lawyers spoke fervently, families huddled together for support, and the dim fluorescent lights illuminated the sorrow and strain etched onto many faces. The ornate marble tiles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights, creating a sharp contrast to

caressed my face, offering temporary respite

keenly aware of his presence beside me, the weight of his indifference about the case pressing down on me like a heavy shroud.

mother who had given her tearful testimony earlier-stood with her lawyer. From my vantage point, I could see the red rims of her eyes, the way her

voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly

hair falling into her face. “But my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through

whispers. But they pierced the background noise, each syllable hitting me like a gut punch. This wasn’t what I wanted.

replied, “I’ve tried everything. Mrs.

of papers, and the distant sound of a gavel banging. But for me, everything narrowed down to that tiny bubble of space where Mrs.

for a hint of remorse, guilt, or 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 apathy rendering me momentarily breathless. I turned to him, my eyes cold and voice barely above a whisper. “Did you

glanced at me, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. “Yes, I

do you think?” He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly irked by my questioning. “Ella, this

stared at him, the sound of my own heartbeat deafening in my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her son, it’s about life and

my gaze with a defiant glare. “It’s not that simple.” “Why isn’t it?” I shot back, my voice quivering with frustration. “Why can’t you

Whispers floated our way, curious eyes darting in our direction. But I didn’t

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