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.

back to her office. On the phone, Bella’s voice came through sternly,

of people, the distant chatter, and the occasional car passing by created a backdrop to the intense conversation with

now after you left,” he stated. Bella’s response was elusive, a non–committal sound, she had met with Axel, her husband’s

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

reaction from Jasmine as she passed by Bella

is one of the girls

Her voice

instructed, his words carrying a sense of urgency.“…Of Anyone from there who might

of it”

observing Jasmine as she 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 passerby, but Sebastian had observed and noticed him on multiple occasions, that same b*dy frame concealed with heavy clothing and a

that this man was following

raised suspicions, hinting at motives that were far from innocent, he

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

a moment to distance herself from the embarrassment of her recent encounter with Mrs.

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 series of events that painted an erratic picture of her

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

of the building, patiently waiting for the elevator. The weight

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

blank stare left Jasmine wondering about the thoughts that occupied his mind. It was evident that he, too, had just returned from work, and an unspoken acknowledgment. passed between them. They were destined for yet another elevator ride together,