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 began, narrowing my eyes,

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

in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene.

and strain etched onto many

stepped out, a cool draft caressed my face, offering temporary respite from

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 caught my attention and tethered me to the immediate

point, I could see the red rims of her eyes, the way her fingers clutched

a touch of genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It doesn’t seem that he’s

into her face. “But my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that?

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

“I’ve tried everything.

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

my eye, I saw Logan. I searched his face 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,

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

ribcage. “What do you think?” He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly

you, maybe. But for

his shoulders, meeting 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 just show a shred of

to notice our heated exchange. Whispers floated our way, curious eyes darting in our direction. But I didn’t care. All I could see

began, a warning tone to his voice, “this