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 maybe it’s time you acted

moment, the tension palpable. Then,

I turned towards the door. The last thing we needed was to be discovered in the stairwell, causing even more

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

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

me, the weight of his indifference about the case pressing down on

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

touch of genuine regret in his voice. He adjusted his glasses, the reflection briefly

die without proper care. Can’t he see that? We’ve

noise, each syllable hitting me like a gut punch. This wasn’t

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

hum. Lawyers flipping through files, the faint rustling of papers, and the distant sound of a gavel

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

me, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. “Yes,

my ribcage. “What do you think?” He paused, then let out a long breath, clearly irked by my questioning. “Ella, this is

in my ears. “To you, maybe.

“Why isn’t it?” I shot back,

our way, curious eyes darting in our direction. But

warning tone to his voice, “this