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

Then, letting out a sigh of resignation,

the door. The last thing we needed was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even

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

caressed my face, offering temporary respite from the

his indifference about the case pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. The murmurs and whispered exchanges

tearful testimony earlier-stood with her lawyer. From my vantage point, I could see the

He adjusted his glasses, the reflection

child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he

was soft, the words coming out in tremulous 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

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

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

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

of annoyance flashing across his face. “Yes, I

He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly irked by my questioning.

“To you, maybe. But for her and

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

way, curious eyes darting in our direction. But I didn’t care. All I could see was Logan and his infuriating

tone to