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?”

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

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

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

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

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

beat of silence. “Then maybe

my legs over the edge of the bed. The cold marble floor sent a shiver up my spine, grounding

painting everything in ethereal light. The world

walk. Maybe the night air would clear

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

easily get lost-both physically and metaphorically. My feet made soft, echoing sounds on the marble floor as I strolled,

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

course,” I muttered to myself, “all

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

the size and splendor, before a gentle voice broke my

Lost, are

Her gray hair was neatly pulled

for

Wentworth chuckled, her eyes

at one of the stools by the kitchen island. “Why don’t you let me

the allure of a homemade meal was too hard to resist. “A

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