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?”

soft sigh, one filled with understanding. “He’s been living this

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

to protect you, in his own way. But it’s okay

unshed tears. “I just wish I could be there with him, side by side. To face the

amuse me. But for

fingers clutching the sheets. There was a beat of silence.

off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold marble floor sent a shiver up my

gardens in a silvery glow, painting everything in ethereal light. The

air would clear my mind, help calm the

silence was almost stifling as I wandered around Logan’s mansion. The high 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 would see in glossy magazines. But for all its

lost-both physically and metaphorically. My feet made soft, echoing sounds on the marble

seemed to lose its meaning, and before l knew it, my stomach

to myself, “all this exploring made me

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

size and splendor, before a

Lost,

playing on her lips. Her gray hair was neatly pulled into a bun, and there was a familiar warmth in

was just looking for something to eat,”

chuckled, her eyes

motioned for me to sit at one of the stools by

for a moment, but the allure of a homemade meal was too hard to resist. “A sandwich would be

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 Logan’s family