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 life long before you came into the picture. Trust

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

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

“I just wish I could be there with him, side by

fierceness always did amuse me.

a beat of silence. “Then maybe you

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

painting everything in ethereal light. The world seemed

a walk. Maybe the night air would clear my mind, help calm the whirlwind of

taste for luxury. Every turn revealed ornate artwork, gilded mirrors, and the kind of furnishings one

feet made soft, echoing sounds on the marble floor as I strolled, occasionally stopping to admire

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

to myself,

made it a bit challenging, but I eventually stumbled upon a massive double

absorbing the size and splendor,

Lost,

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

for something to

Wentworth chuckled, her

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

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

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 since he