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.”

touch elicited. He helped me to my feet, leading me towards the bathroom. The cool tiles underfoot contrasted sharply with the warmth of Logan’s

wrists, cleaning away the grime and sweat. The

“my world hasn’t

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

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

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

“Ella, the world we live in isn’t black and white. There are shades of gray everywhere. But I want you to

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

first time, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, Logan wasn’t the monster I had once thought him to be. Just then,

those men?” His voice held a sharp edge, its earlier warmth replaced by icy concern. “And what the hell

you everything I know.” I sighed, rubbing my temples to stave off the brewing

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 triumphs-seemed so minuscule

murmured, his fingers drumming on the armrest. “If they’re willing to escalate things to this level with either of us, then the murder in that kitchen-it’s bigger than we thought. Someone’s trying to frame

would want to frame you?” I asked, even though I was less concerned with the intricacies of the case and more worried about the

“I don’t know. There are lines that I’d like to think even Harry wouldn’t cross, despite our differences. But to endanger innocent lives? My own brother wouldn’t go that far. At

carefree spirit. The very idea of