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?”

“He’s been living this life long

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

to protect you, in his own

just wish I could be there with

from within. “Your fierceness always did amuse me. But for now,

the sheets. There was a beat of silence. “Then maybe you should do something else. Distraction, can be a

the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold marble floor sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me. Taking a deep breath, I got to my feet and

moon bathed the gardens in a silvery glow, painting everything in ethereal light.

the curtains back, I decided to take a walk. Maybe the night air would clear my mind, help

ceilings and grandeur of 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

one could easily get lost-both physically and metaphorically. My feet made soft, echoing

it, my stomach emitted an audible growl, pulling

to myself, “all

a massive double door that

there for a moment, absorbing the size and splendor, before a gentle voice

dear. Lost,

around to find Mrs. Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her gray hair

I… I was just looking for something to eat,” I

Wentworth chuckled, her

one of the stools by the

for a moment, but the allure of a homemade meal was too hard to resist.

her voice soft and filled with memories. “You know, I’ve been with Logan’s family