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?”

with understanding. “He’s been living this life

away the rising tide of worry. “I just wish he would confide in me more. Maybe then I wouldn’t

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

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

soft laugh emanated from within. “Your fierceness always did amuse me.

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

sent a shiver up my spine, grounding me.

ethereal

the night air

I passed seemed endless, a testament to Logan’s taste for luxury. Every turn revealed ornate

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 a

its meaning, and before l knew it, my stomach emitted an audible growl, pulling me out

to myself,

massive double door that opened to reveal an even more impressive kitchen. The counters sparkled with cleanliness, and the steel appliances

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

dear. Lost, are

Mrs. Wentworth standing by the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. Her gray hair was neatly pulled into a bun, and there was a familiar warmth in her eyes that immediately reminded me

for something to

Wentworth chuckled, her eyes

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

moment, but the allure of a homemade meal was too

started speaking, her voice soft and filled with memories. “You know, I’ve been with Logan’s family since he was a little boy. I watched him grow up, take his