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

palpable. Then, letting out a sigh of resignation, he nodded. “Alright,

door. The last thing we needed was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even more of a

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. The ornate marble tiles reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights,

out, a cool draft caressed my face, offering temporary respite

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 the immediate

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, as if

his voice. He adjusted his glasses,

die without proper

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

shoulders slumping as he replied, “I’ve tried everything.

faint rustling of papers, and the distant sound of a gavel banging. But for me, everything narrowed down to that

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

hint of annoyance flashing across his face. “Yes,

out a long

“To you, maybe. But for her and her son, it’s about life and death. Can’t you

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

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

to his voice, “this