His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 321

Chapter 321 Discovery

Ella

The moonlight streamed into the living room, casting a dim glow over the scattered papers around me.

My floor had turned into a makeshift work desk, a testament to the unyielding hours I’d spent trying to decipher every detail of the case. A nearly empty wine glass sat next to me, a small but rebellious act of indulgence for the night. I had to arm myself mentally and emotionally to go toe-to-toe with Mr. Westbrook tomorrow.

The sneering manner in which he’d dismissed me earlier had left a sting, a challenge I couldn’t ignore. Proving Logan’s innocence was paramount, but so was showing Westbrook that I was a formidable opponent.

With every document I pored over, my determination grew stronger. I wouldn’t let Westbrook’s presumptions dictate the course of this case. I was a force to be reckoned with, and I intended to make sure he knew it. As I reached for another sheet, the sudden buzz of my apartment’s intercom startled me.

Groaning softly, I got up, the joints in my legs protesting after hours of sitting. Peering at the monitor, Logan’s face greeted me. His eyes, even in the grainy display, conveyed a mixture of concern and hesitation.

“Ella?” His voice crackled over the speaker. Sighing, I pressed the button. “It’s late, Logan. What are you doing here?”

“Just…a little worried about you after earlier, that’s all,” he admitted, fidgeting with the collar of his jacket.

I hesitated for a moment, then relented, buzzing him in. As the door clicked open, I returned to my floor, settling back amidst the sea of papers.

Logan walked in, his eyes darting around the room, taking in the chaotic spread of legal documents. “Working hard, I see.”

“It’s more about working smart,” I murmured, not lifting my eyes from a particularly perplexing affidavit. “Just gearing up for tomorrow.”

Logan pulled up a barstool and perched himself on it, scrutinizing my every move. The weight of his gaze was palpable, an almost tangible pressure. “Need a hand?”

I glanced up, offering him a wry smile. “I’ve got this, Logan. But, I guess a little company won’t hurt. Since you’re here, and all.”

occasional rustle of paper

was beginning to feel like…

voice low and soft. “Can

I shrugged. “Go on.”

“You look really

Raising an eyebrow, I shot him a skeptical look. I was just wearing a ratty hoodie, some equally ratty shorts, and I had my hair up in a sloppy bun atop my

“A sleep-deprived slob

studious. Focused. It’s…endearing. And, for the

that no wine could induce. “You’re delusional,” I mumbled, trying to focus on a document and failing spectacularly.

the gentleness in his eyes.

gathering the scattered sheets, shoving them into

placing his empty glass on the counter. “Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit.

with a tired

silhouette fading into the

focus to just Mr. Westbrook, the insufferably condescending attorney

we were neck-deep in the discovery phase, he was legally bound to provide any and all information related to the case. And, perhaps for the first time, I was

slightly, “Since we’re in the discovery phase, I’d like to

clearly taken aback by the directness of my request.

replied, not breaking eye contact. “Every

heavily, running a hand through his

away for a moment, his lips pressing into a tight line. The soft ping of my phone moments later signaled the receipt of the

“No evidence? That’s highly unusual, don’t you think? A crime scene that bloody, and nothing was

was meticulous, Miss Morgan. Not all criminals

began scrolling through the images. Westbrook hmphed to himself and returned to his hushed

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