His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 335 Unspoken Words

Ella

After cleaning and dressing Logan’s wound, I sat back, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. The room was still, save for the quiet rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Warm light from the garage lamps washed over us from above, casting a soft glow that etched out the angles and curves of his face.

I never thought that I would find a garage comforting, but something about this place made me feel warm and surprisingly safe.

“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “For everything. You’ve placed yourself in danger time and again for my sake.”

Logan shook his head, his deep blue eyes, though filled with pain, glistening with intensity. “Ella,” he began, voice gravelly, “it’s you who ventured into the lion’s den, not me. I never wanted you caught up in this mess.”

I frowned, the weight of his words sinking in. “Are you saying you regret oür arrangement?”

He looked away for a moment, collecting his thoughts. When he finally spoke, there was a rawness to his words. “If you wish to end our one-year contract, I won’t hold it against you. You’ve seen the dangers, felt them first-hand. If you want to leave, go ahead. But know this,” he leaned in, locking his gaze with mine, “I’ll make sure you’re safe, whether you’re with me or not.

And I won’t let anything or anyone ruin your career.”

His declaration took me aback. Was he offering me an out? The idea of being free from the danger of our arrangement was tempting. But then again, was it only the danger I was bound to?

Inside, there was a tug, a gentle pull from my wolf, Ema. She whispered, stirring emotions I hadn’t allowed myself to fully grasp. There was a yearning, a connection that neither of us could deny. Yet, here was Logan, giving me a choice. A way to get out of this.

My fingers trembled as I considered the weight of the decision before me. I remembered the touch of his hands, the intensity of his gaze, and the way he always seemed to put my safety above all else. It wasn’t just about a contract. It was about trust, and perhaps something more.

entered into this arrangement fully aware. Yes, there’s danger, but I

bemusement crossed Logan’s face, followed by what almost looked like a hint of relief. His

nudged him playfully.

deep and warm. “Is that why you were in my garage when I got back? Planning on

blushed, quickly

a strand of hair behind my ear before I had the chance to pull

“Would you have?”

gentle smile playing on his

of the night, I lay sprawled on the lavish bed, the foreignness of my

tales. I had never been one to easily sleep in a new

through the echoing halls of the mansion, the glow from the moonlight spilling through ornate windows guiding my path. My steps were soft against the cool marble floor, but the mansion seemed to absorb

Logan, settled deep into a leather armchair, a glass of amber liquid cradled in his hand. The room was bathed in the soft light of a solitary table lamp, casting warm shadows that

open wider. He glanced up, eyes widening in surprise, as

in that unfamiliar room,” I admitted, my gaze lingering on his glass.

He shrugged. “None taken.””

paused, then eyed the glass of inviting amber liquid in his

glass with whiskey, he handed

took a tentative sip, letting the warmth of the whiskey coat my throat. “Not usually, no. But tonight seems like a night for

with unspoken questions and emotions. The silence, however, was shattered when I finally asked, “How can you be so sure