His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 287

Chapter 287 A Delicate Dance

Ella

The brisk evening air sent shivers down my spine as I approached the entrance to my apartment building. The echo of my heels on the pavement seemed louder in the silence, a rhythmic pulse of my own agitated heartbeat.

“You were rather tough on him just now,” a deep voice murmured within my mind. My wolf. Her presence was a gentle hum in the background, a second consciousness that had always been a part of me.

Ever since I could remember, she had been there. We were flip sides of the same coin, often bickering, but always there for each other.

“He had it coming.” I shot back, pushing open the main door. The lobby was dimly lit, casting soft amber glows across the polished marble floor.

“Look, I’m still wary, too. But he was trying to make amends, Ella. It was evident in his actions, in the very way he looked at you.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a lecture from you. It’s not just about today. It’s the principle of it all. He said he wanted to move away from illegal dealings, and then he just jumps at the first offer.”

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped in, pressing the button for my floor. The ride up was brief, but it gave me time to reflect.

“Ella,” my wolf whispered with a tenderness | hadn’t expected, “sometimes people just don’t always act consistently, but I think it’s worth noting that he is trying, even if you don’t think he’s trying hard enough. You might be holding him to an impossibly high standard. Remember, he’s supposed to be our…”

“Fated mate?” I finished the sentence with a snort. “That doesn’t mean I should compromise on my values. A mate should be someone who understands, respects, and shares them.” The elevator dinged its arrival, pulling me out of the mental conversation. My apartment welcomed me with its familiar scent and warmth. It was my sanctuary, the place where I felt the most like myself.

Moving to my room, I began to change out of my work attire a sleek pair of pants and a – form-fitting white blouse. I slipped on a soft, oversized off-the-shoulder sweater that draped comfortably down one arm.

The fabric was cozy against my skin, a gentle lavender hue that always seemed to calm me. I paired it with a set of lounge shorts, the material cool and breathable. Freeing my blonde hair from its tight bun, I relished the sensation of long, wavy locks cascading down my back. My fingers worked through the almost-white strands, undoing any tangles and knots.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The transformation from the poised, professional lawyer to a relaxed, at-home Ella was always something to behold. My gray eyes stared back, a swirl of emotions evident-confusion, frustration, and perhaps a touch of regret.

Shaking off the reflective moment, I moved to the kitchen. My hand hesitated over the cabinet door.

A moment later, I was pulling out a bottle of wine-a rich Merlot, its dark depths promising solace. I retrieved a wine glass, the crystal gleaming under the kitchen lights. With practiced ease, I uncorked the bottle, pouring the velvety liquid into the glass.

The aroma wafted up, notes of plum and cherry mingling with subtle hints of chocolate and spice. Holding the glass, I stepped out onto the balcony. The city spread out before me, a mesh of twinkling lights and distant sounds. I sipped the wine, the flavors dancing on my palate, soothing the disquiet in my soul.

“Maybe… maybe I was a bit too harsh on him,” I admitted softly, more to myself than to my wolf. The weight of the day’s events pressed down on me-the arguments, the passionate defenses, and the regrettable words.

My wolf hummed in agreement, her presence a gentle embrace. “Everyone has their battles, Ella. Perhaps Logan’s struggles are more complex than you realize. Remember, he’s navigating this world just like you, even if his path is different than yours.”

I leaned against the railing, gazing out at the horizon. The night held both mysteries and answers, and as the wine warmed me from the inside, I hoped to find a little bit of both.

The softly shimmering hues of the twilight painted the sky as I reclined on my little balcony, cradling a glass of wine. The music from my playlist flowed gently, carrying the weight of my thoughts into the breeze. It was one of those nights during which the stillness held a conversation with the heart.

Suddenly, the dreamlike trance was interrupted by the shrill buzzing of the doorbell. Annoyed, I contemplated ignoring it, but curiosity had other plans. Glancing at the security monitor, I saw a familiar figure. Logan.

With a reluctant sigh, I buzzed him in. What now? I thought. When the door creaked open, Logan stood. there, an almost apologetic look on his face. In his hand, he clutched a bottle of wine- presumably pricier than the one I had opened.

His gaze momentarily darted to my nearly empty glass. “Looks like I’m late to the party,” he remarked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“One glass doesn’t make it a party,” I replied, arching an eyebrow. “And if you’re here to talk business, you’re outside of office hours.” I couldn’t help the bite in my tone.

He held up the wine, the label catching the dim light. “No business, just…a peace offering. Thought we could use it after today.”

I looked at him skeptically. “And why would I want to share wine with you after what transpired today? Didn’t I make it clear that I didn’t want to see you tonight?”

He stepped inside without an invitation, running a hand through his dark hair. “Because I was wrong. I’ve been pondering over our last conversation. And while I hate to admit it, you had a point. I acted on impulse.”

The honesty in his voice surprised me. Taking a deep breath, I responded, “It’s not just about acting on impulse. Once contracts are signed, it’s not easy to revert decisions, Logan. Legal battles can be draining.”

He looked genuinely remorseful. “I should’ve listened, Ella. I see that now.” Hesitating, I gestured for him to sit. There was something disarming about Logan when he let his guard down. I found another glass and filled it with the wine he had brought.

“To better decisions,” I proposed, lifting my glass. “And to not being a stubborn ass,” he added, clinking his glass against mine. His rueful smile was contagious.

As we sipped, we talked about everything other than work. I learned more about him in that hour than I had in the entire time I’d known him so far. From his childhood tales to his dreams, from his favorite music to the places he had traveled. Everything except his mother. I was beginning to see the layers beneath the mafia facade.

As the night deepened and our glasses refilled, the ambiance changed. I played an old jazz number, the soulful melody floating in the air. I noticed Logan’s foot tapping in rhythm. When I turned to grab some snacks, he had moved closer. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart skip a beat.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I’ve always loved this song,” he murmured, his voice almost a whisper. “It’s timeless.” I nodded in agreement, getting lost in the soft saxophone notes that filled my apartment.

He cleared his throat, a hint of hesitation evident.

“Ella…

do you dance?”