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.

expression seemed 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

hanging heavily between them. The proximity intensified the swirling emotions, leaving them

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

most common allergies after all, she continued, adding a light laugh to suppress the tension that lingered

his demeanor, the unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a shared genetic connection. She breathed a sigh of relief, Ethan seemed convinced; similar allergy didn’t actually mean they were

common.

Sighing, Hazel looked at the two of them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed,

fine. It isn’t the first time, she said with a

staring at their sleeping faces. He gave a small smille when Daisy muntered

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

the ward. They were greeted by a hushed

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

blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran through

A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred, murmured in her sleep and chewed. A soft chuckle escaped him, and he mused,

dreaming about treats. Knowing Daisy, it

Ethan remarked casually, settling onto the edge of Daisy’s bed, the soft creak

the project,” Hazel responded in a hushed whisper, acutely aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb Daisy’s

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

taking a seat next to him

you been holding up?” He asked geniuely