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.”

aware we’re not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I

for a moment, the tension palpable. Then, letting out

was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene. “Come on. We’d better get moving before we

lights illuminated the sorrow and strain etched

caressed my face, offering temporary respite from the oppressive heat

we walked, I was keenly aware 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

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 fingers clutched her handbag,

his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It doesn’t seem

will die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through so much. How can he be

whispers. But they pierced the background noise, each syllable hitting me like a gut punch. This wasn’t what I wanted. I should have been on the side helping people like Miss Smith, not

he replied, “I’ve tried everything. Mrs. Smith. I genuinely wish there was something more

the distant sound of a gavel banging. But for

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

annoyance

heart pounding against my ribcage. “What do you think?” He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly irked by my questioning. “Ella, this is

my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her son, it’s about life

I shot back, my voice quivering with frustration. “Why can’t

us, people began to notice our heated exchange. Whispers floated our way, curious eyes darting in our direction.

warning tone to his