Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 68

The two stood by the sidewalk, Jasmine still with a dazed expression, clutching Axel’s armi desperately. “She’s dangerous,” she urged, her voice filled with urgency.

“What are you talking about?” Axel asked, yanking his arm free from her grip. There was a distinct air of craziness about her; the faraway look in her eyes only intensified the Crazy look.

“You don’t understand, that woman, she–she… Jasmine struggled to articulate her thoughts. Axel, growing impatient, snapped, “She what?!”

Jasmine snapped out of her initial shock, blinking rapidly as if trying to regain her composure. Her words hung in the air.

She comported herself, her demeanor shifting as if a switch had been fl*pped.

“Nothing,” she said, her eyes turning cold and detached.

“You dropped this,” Axel stated, shoving her keys back into her arms.

“Thank you,” she replied slowly, her tone devoid of emotion. She walked away, each step. measured and deliberate.

Axel stood there for some time, watching her retreating figure. There was an air of mystery surrounding her, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to her story than she let on.

walked slowly back to her office. On the phone, Bella’s voice came through sternly, “You should be careful next time.

and the occasional car passing by created a

fixed on her “You met with someone just now after you left,” he stated. Bella’s response was elusive, a non–committal sound, she had met with Axel, her husband’s assistant not anyone of importance to

girl I told you about last time,” he continued, referencing the mysterious Jasmine. “The one I said I

watchful eyes had caught the subtle yet telling reaction from Jasmine as she

she is one of the girls from that pack, Sebastian

information, questioned, “Who? Who is she?” Her

his words carrying a sense of urgency.“…Of Anyone

of it” He

walked at a leisurely pace. Soon, his attention was drawn to another man trailing directly behind her. At first glance, the man appeared to be an ordinary

man was

that were far from innocent, he seemed to be stalking

leaned back in his chair, contemplating the unfolding events. It appeared that he might not need to directly intervene; the situation with Jasmine seemed to be resolving itself. However, he decided to maintain his vigilant watch to ensure she wouldn’t become a future complication. While he strongly disliked the idea of resorting to murder, he acknowledged that it could be

encounter with Mrs. Wild, her neighbor. The irrationality of her actions lingered in her mind, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of being

attempted to rationalize her earlier assumptions. “There’s no way Mrs. Wild was the woman from that time. They just look a little alike, she reasoned within herself. However, her impulsive declaration of Mrs. Wild’s alleged evil nature to Axel, her associate, haunted her. She cringed at the thought of how he might perceive her now. From the incident at the art exhibition to sleeping on his couch, to outright attacking him, and finally, labeling the wife of a prominent man as evil–it was a

consumed her. The weight of her actions and the potential repercussions loomed large. Jasmine grappled with the consequences of her words and behavior, unsure of how

the building, patiently waiting for the elevator. The weight of recent events lingered

Jasmine let out a sigh, momentarily releasing the tension that had built up within her. In a moment of emotional release, she found herself gently banging her head against the wall adjacent to the elevator. The rhythmic sound echoed her

blank stare left Jasmine wondering about the thoughts that occupied his mind. It was evident that he, too, had just