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.”

not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing my eyes, “then

tension palpable. Then, letting

the door. The last thing we needed was to be discovered in the

the dim fluorescent lights illuminated the sorrow and strain

out, a cool draft caressed my face, offering

keenly aware of 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 my attention and tethered me to

few steps ahead, 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 eyes, the way her fingers

genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly hiding his eyes. “It doesn’t seem that he’s going

he will die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve already been through so much. How can he be

the words coming out in tremulous whispers. But they pierced the background noise, each syllable hitting me like a gut punch.

replied, “I’ve tried everything. Mrs. Smith. I

and the distant sound of

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 a whisper. “Did you hear that,

of annoyance flashing

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

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

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

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

began, a warning tone to his voice, “this