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.

questions

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

worry,” she reassured him, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness

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

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

common.

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

first time, she said with a chuckle, trying

He

he said, “She’s probably dreaming

the ward. They were greeted by a hushed

she’d have to wake

of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran

straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps

treats. Knowing Daisy, it was actually

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

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

seat next to him

how have you been holding up?”