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 and the muted clinks of our glasses. He watched, attentive and silent, as I pieced

to admit it, but he almost was beginning to feel like… a friend. Or, at the very least, his

voice

I shrugged. “Go on.”

his throat. “You look

ratty hoodie, some equally ratty shorts, and

what?” I asked. “A sleep-deprived slob drowning in

Focused. It’s…endearing. And, for the record, you look pretty, not like

could induce. “You’re delusional,” I mumbled, trying to focus on a document and

echoing the gentleness in his eyes. “Perhaps.

throat, I started gathering the scattered sheets, shoving them into a neat pile.. “I should

“Thanks for letting me hang out for a bit. And remember, I’m

remember,” I replied with a tired

into the night.

to blur for a moment, narrowing my focus to just

to provide any and all information related to the case. And, perhaps for

in the discovery phase, I’d like to formally request all the crime

clearly taken aback by the directness of my request. “Photos

replied, not breaking eye contact. “Every

a hand through

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

unusual, don’t you think? A crime scene that bloody, and

wider. “Perhaps the perpetrator was meticulous, Miss Morgan. Not all

I thanked him and began scrolling through the images. Westbrook hmphed to himself

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255