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.

His expression seemed troubled, a silent turmoil evident in his eyes as if internal questions were

heavily between them. The proximity intensified

voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she hoped

one of the most common allergies after all, she continued, adding a light laugh to suppress the

that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a shared genetic connection. She

common.

of them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed, his eyes filled with love and worry. He stroked Liam’s hair

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

sleeping faces. He gave a small smille

Chuckling lightly, he said, “She’s probably dreaming

greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy

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

and concern.

up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred, murmured in her sleep and chewed. A soft chuckle escaped him, and he

be dreaming about treats. Knowing

were at the company today,‘ Ethan remarked casually, settling onto the edge of Daisy’s bed, the soft creak of the mattress beneath

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

“How have you been, Hazel? Coping with Daisy

seat next to him

have you been holding up?” He