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.”

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

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

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

the sorrow and strain etched onto many

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

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

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 eyes, the way her fingers clutched her handbag,

her lawyer began, a touch of genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It doesn’t

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

noise, each syllable hitting me like a gut punch. This wasn’t what

sigh, his shoulders slumping as he replied, “I’ve tried everything. Mrs. Smith. I genuinely

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

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

of annoyance flashing

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

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

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

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

to his voice, “this