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.

troubled, a silent turmoil evident in his eyes as if internal questions were swirling within him. The unspoken realization of hereditary allergies lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension. Why else would Liam share the same allergy as Ethan? It

of the unspoken truth hanging heavily between them. The proximity

Don’t worry,” she reassured him, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she hoped went

common allergies after all, she

from his demeanor, the unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply

common.

of them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner.

isn’t the first time, she said

sleeping faces. He gave a small smille when

he said, “She’s probably dreaming about treats.” Knowing Daisy, it

both stepped into the ward. They were greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy had

at her two sleeping kids sighed; she’d have to wake

stood by Liam’s bedside, he exhaled audibly, his eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers

gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile

about treats. Knowing Daisy, it

you were at the company today,‘ Ethan remarked casually, settling onto the edge

acutely aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb Daisy’s

with genuine concern. “How have you been, Hazel? Coping with Daisy and everything else?” His eyes held a mixture of empathy and a yearning

a seat next to him on Daisy’s

you been holding up?” He asked