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 in the air, creating

weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily between

voice carrying a hint of

it. It’s one of the most common allergies after all, she continued,

relaxing. Hazel could sense his. thoughts at that moment from his demeanor, the unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t

common.

them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed, his eyes filled

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

faces. He gave a small

in her sleep. Chuckling lightly, he said, “She’s probably dreaming about treats.” Knowing Daisy, it was actually

greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy

she’d have to wake them up later to have

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

straightened 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

be dreaming about treats. Knowing Daisy,

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

aware of the need for discretion.

with Daisy and everything else?” His eyes

seat next to him on Daisy’s

mean, how have you been holding up?” He asked geniuely

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