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.”

flashing with annoyance. “I’m well aware we’re not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing my eyes, “then maybe

tension palpable. Then, letting out a sigh of resignation, he

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

together for support, and the dim fluorescent lights illuminated the sorrow and strain etched onto many faces.

caressed my face,

about the case pressing down on me like a heavy

her lawyer. From my vantage point, I could see the red rims of her eyes, the way her fingers clutched her handbag, as if

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

die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through

me like a gut punch. This wasn’t what I wanted. I should have been on the side helping people

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

hum. Lawyers flipping through files, the faint rustling of papers, and the distant sound of a gavel banging. But for me, everything narrowed down to that tiny bubble of space where Mrs. Smith and

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, the sting of his apathy rendering

annoyance flashing across

He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly irked by my questioning. “Ella, this is business. It’s not

at him, the sound of my own heartbeat deafening in my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her

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

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

tone to his voice, “this isn’t the