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.”

in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing

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

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

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

I stepped out, a cool draft caressed my face, offering temporary respite from the oppressive heat of

on

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

in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly

my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through so

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

tried everything. Mrs. Smith. I genuinely wish there was something

sound of a gavel banging. But for me,

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, a hint of annoyance

you think?” He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly

heartbeat deafening in my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her

isn’t it?” I shot back, my voice quivering with frustration. “Why

our way, curious eyes darting in our

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