Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 72

“Hazel,” Ethan called, his voice cutting through the air, halting her mid–step. The corridor seemed to narrow as his concerned eyes locked onto hers.

“What allergy does Liam have?” he asked, his brows furrowing in a mix of worry and curiosity.

soy

“Soy,” she replied lightly, almost too casually. A sudden regret engulfed her as she realized the implications of her choice of words. Why did she mention soy? Ethan had battled. allergy in his own childhood, and now, the revelation hung in the air like an unspoken connection.

She froze, biting her l*p anxiously. Act oblivious, Hazel, she instructed herself, but the unspoken truth lingered in the atmosphere, a subtle tension between them.

Attempting to regain composure, Hazel cleared her throat and questioned, “Why?” Her eyes met Ethan’s, searching for any sign of recognition or realization.

Ethan’s gaze intensified as he stared at her, his eyes penetrating. “I had soy allergies as a child too,” he revealed, the gravity of his words sinking in. The air grew thicker with tension “Oh, no way. Really?” Hazel asked, attempting to sound casual. She avoided his piercing gaze, focusing on the task of unlocking the door, her hands fumbling nervously in the

process.

“Hazel,” he called, his voice drawing her back. Closing the distance between them with a step forward, he entered her personal space.

turmoil evident in his eyes as if internal questions were swirling within him. The unspoken realization of hereditary allergies lingered

breathing became faster and labored, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily between them. The proximity intensified the

she reassured him, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she hoped went

the most common allergies after all, she

demeanor, the unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a shared

common.

the ward, Daisy had fallen asleep. Sighing, Hazel looked at the two of them; she would have to wake them

be fine. It isn’t the first time, she said with a chuckle, trying to make it

stood, staring at their sleeping faces. He gave a small

in her sleep. Chuckling lightly, he said, “She’s probably dreaming about

by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy had fallen asleep, she lay

sleeping kids sighed; she’d have to wake them up later to have

his eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran through Liam’s hair, a tender

through. It’s not the first time,” Hazel remarked. He straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred, murmured

Knowing Daisy, it was

casually, settling onto the edge of Daisy’s

a hushed whisper, acutely aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation,

Hazel? Coping with Daisy and everything else?” His eyes held a mixture

next to him on Daisy’s

mean, how have you been holding up?”