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.”

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

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

antiseptic cream, “my world hasn’t always

brushed 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 more

mine. “Maybe he’s not what we initially thought. Maybe

breath, feeling the gentle pull of my wolf towards him. “Tonight has shown a side of you that I never expected, Logan,” I said, a slight chuckle escaping my lips. “Color me surprised. You seem…

my wrist 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 that when it comes to you, my intentions

small bathroom space seemed to shrink, charged with tension. Here we were, two souls entangled in a world of chaos, finding solace in each other’s

wasn’t the monster I had once thought him to be. Just then, however, I looked up

held a sharp edge, its earlier warmth

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

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 now in

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 me, make it look like I had a hand

asked, even though I was less concerned with the intricacies of the

darkened. “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 least, I hope

silence stretched between us. My sister’s face flashed before my eyes, her youthful exuberance and carefree spirit. The very idea of