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.”

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

Then, letting out a sigh of resignation, he

in the stairwell, causing even more of a scene. “Come on. We’d better get moving

the sorrow and strain etched onto many faces. The ornate marble tiles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights, creating a sharp contrast to the

Logan and I stepped out, a cool draft caressed my face, offering

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

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

Smith,” her lawyer began, a touch of genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It

face. “But my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through so much. How can

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 helping people like

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

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

of 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,

of annoyance flashing

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

my own heartbeat deafening in my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her son, it’s about life and death. Can’t

not that simple.” “Why isn’t it?” I shot back, my

our heated exchange. Whispers floated our way, curious eyes darting in

warning tone to his voice, “this isn’t