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.”

“I’m well aware we’re not in a bar, Ella. “If that’s the case,” I began, narrowing my eyes, “then maybe it’s

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

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

atmosphere of the 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.

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

short-lived. As we walked, I was 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

her lawyer. From my vantage point, I could see the red rims

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

of her brown hair falling into her face. “But my child… he will die without proper care. Can’t he see

gut punch. This wasn’t what I wanted. I should

replied, “I’ve tried everything. Mrs. Smith. I genuinely wish there was something

incessant hum. Lawyers 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

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 me momentarily breathless. I turned to him, my eyes cold and voice barely above a whisper. “Did you

hint of annoyance flashing

He paused, then let out

him, the sound of my own heartbeat deafening in my ears. “To you, maybe. But for her and her son, it’s

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

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

warning tone to his voice, “this isn’t