His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 333 Straight To The Heart

Ella

The shadows on the ceiling seemed to sway and dance as I lay on the plush bed, the soft linens providing little comfort to my restless mind. Each tick of the ornate clock on the wall reverberated in my ears, amplifying my rising anxiety.

But it was the silence that was the loudest of all, the quiet punctuated only by my shallow breaths.

“Can’t sleep?” a familiar voice echoed in the depths of my mind, its tone soft and playful. Ema.

“Hey, Ema,” I whispered out loud to the wolf within me, grateful for the company. She chuffed in amusement. “You’re thinking about him. I can tell.”

I sighed, turning onto my side, curling up as if shielding myself. “I’m not. I’m just… restless.”

There was a pause, a stillness, before she responded. “Don’t pretend that you’re not worried about him.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not worried.”

She chuckled, a sound that reverberated through my core. “Ella, after all these years, do you think you can hide your feelings from me?”

“I’m just…” I hesitated, searching for the right words, my heartbeats quickening. “He could be out there doing something dangerous right now. He’s always involved in something risky.”

My wolf hummed, a gentle, soothing sound that seemed to wrap around me. “He’s strong, Ella. And smart. Logan knows how to handle himself.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I whispered, my voice catching. “He might push himself too far. What if something happens?”

was a soft sigh, one filled with understanding. “He’s been living this life long before you came into the picture.

chin, I tried to push away the rising tide of worry. “I just wish he would confide

almost. “He’s trying to protect you, in his own way. But it’s okay to be scared.

tears. “I just wish I could be there with him, side by

“Your fierceness always did amuse me. But for now, try to rest. You

the sheets. There was a beat of

sent a shiver up my spine, grounding

in a silvery glow, painting everything in ethereal light. The world seemed peaceful, untouched by the storm that raged

curtains back, I decided to take a walk. Maybe the night air

the rooms I passed seemed endless, a testament to Logan’s taste for luxury. Every turn revealed ornate artwork, gilded mirrors, and the kind of furnishings

easily get lost-both physically and metaphorically. My feet made soft, echoing sounds on the marble floor as I strolled, occasionally stopping to admire a painting or

before l knew it, my stomach emitted an audible growl,

I muttered to myself, “all this exploring made

for the kitchen. The mansion’s labyrinthine design made it a bit challenging, but I eventually stumbled upon a massive double door that opened to reveal an even more impressive kitchen. The counters sparkled with cleanliness, and the steel appliances looked

stood there for a moment, absorbing the size and splendor,

Lost,

Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her gray hair was

for

chuckled,

the right place.” She motioned for me to sit at one of the stools by the kitchen island. “Why don’t

meal was too hard to resist. “A sandwich

to work with practiced ease, pulling ingredients from the fridge and spreading condiments on soft bread. As she worked, she started speaking, her voice soft and filled with memories. “You know, I’ve been with