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?”

understanding. “He’s been living this life long before you came into

blankets up to my chin, I tried to push away the rising tide of worry. “I

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

bit my lip, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I just wish I could be there with him, side

soft laugh emanated from within. “Your fierceness always did amuse me. But for now, try to rest. You

the sheets. There was a beat of silence.

marble floor sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me. Taking a deep breath, I got to my feet and

the gardens in a silvery glow, painting everything in ethereal

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

high ceilings and grandeur of the rooms I passed seemed endless, a testament to Logan’s taste for luxury. Every turn

echoing sounds on the marble floor as I strolled, occasionally stopping to admire a painting or a delicate piece

knew it, my stomach emitted an audible

course,” I muttered to myself, “all this

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

size and splendor, before a gentle voice broke

Lost, are

find Mrs. Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her gray hair was neatly pulled into a bun,

was just looking for something to

Wentworth chuckled,

of the stools by the kitchen island. “Why don’t you let me whip up

hesitated for a moment, but the allure of a homemade meal

voice soft and filled with memories. “You know, I’ve been with Logan’s family since he was a little