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.”

a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing my eyes, “then maybe it’s time

me for a moment, the tension palpable. Then, letting out a sigh of resignation, he

thing we needed was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene. “Come on. We’d better get moving before we start

the dim fluorescent lights illuminated the sorrow and strain etched onto many faces. The ornate marble tiles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights, creating a

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

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 seemed distant, but one particular conversation caught

Smith-the distraught mother who had given her tearful testimony earlier-stood with her lawyer. From my vantage point, I

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

without proper care. Can’t

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

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

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

the corner of 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, the sting of his apathy rendering

glanced at me, a hint of annoyance flashing across his

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

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

that simple.” “Why isn’t it?” I shot back, my voice quivering with frustration. “Why can’t you just show a shred

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

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