His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 330 Trust in You

Ella

In Logan’s embrace, the world felt distant. All the fears and anxieties seemed momentarily shrouded by the warmth of his presence.

But as we separated, the weight of the spilled wine on the hardwood floor brought a sudden, albeit misplaced, urgency to the atmosphere. The dark liquid spread lazily between the shards of glass, forming an ominous pool that mirrored my tumultuous emotions.

Logan’s gaze shifted from my face to the mess at our feet. For a fleeting moment, the gravity of our situation seemed to vanish, replaced by the simple need to address the accident before us.

“We should clean this up,” he said quietly, already moving toward the kitchen. I nodded, still grappling with the magnitude of everything. I watched as Logan fetched a roll of paper towels and a broom. As he bent down to start picking up the shards, I quickly joined him. on the floor, trying to focus on the task at hand.

Our hands worked in tandem, almost in a silent. rhythm, cleaning the wine and gathering the broken pieces. At one point, as I reached out for a particularly large shard, our fingers brushed against each other.

The contact sent a shiver up my spine. The intimacy of the moment, the dim lighting of the room, and the scent of the lavender aroma of my apartment mixed with Logan’s natural musk intensified the atmosphere. It felt like we were trapped in a cocoon, the outside world and its impending dangers momentarily forgotten.

Logan’s hand hesitated for a moment before he gently took hold of my wrist. The touch was soft but firm, and I could feel the heat radiating from his palm. With his other hand, he carefully turned my wrist, examining the red welts.

“Ella,” he whispered, his voice carrying a pain that mirrored my own. “We need to clean these.”

to my feet, leading

a soft cloth. He gently dabbed at my wrists, cleaning away the grime and sweat. The cold sensation

antiseptic cream, “my world hasn’t always been kind. Quite the opposite, actually. But

welts as her applied the cream. I had to look away, my heart hammering in my chest. Each gentle stroke made me yearn for more contact, for the

stirred within, her thoughts melding with mine. “Maybe he’s not what we initially thought. Maybe there’s more to him than just the

side of you that I never expected, Logan,” I said, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. “Color me surprised. You

and took a step back, allowing me a moment to process everything. “Ella, the world we live in isn’t black and white. There are shades of gray everywhere. But I want you to know

in a world of chaos, finding solace in each other’s presence. My wolf nudged me gently, urging

to be. Just then, however, I looked up and saw the tumultuous swirl of emotions in his

its earlier warmth replaced by icy concern. “And what

rubbing my temples to stave off the brewing headache. “I can only assume they’re linked

a hand through his disheveled hair and retreated to the couch, sinking into its soft cushions, looking a million miles away. The weight of our recent accomplishments-the victories, the

of us, then the murder in that kitchen-it’s

the intricacies of the case and more worried about the immediate threats facing us. “You think

wouldn’t cross, despite our differences. But to

us. My sister’s face flashed before my eyes, her youthful exuberance and carefree spirit. The very idea of her being ensnared in this terrifying web of