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.

as if internal questions

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

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

allergies after all, she continued, adding a light

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

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, his eyes filled with love and worry. He

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

He gave a small smille

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

ward. They were greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy had fallen

have to wake them up later to have

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

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

treats. Knowing

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

Hazel responded in a hushed whisper, acutely aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation,

concern. “How have you been, Hazel? Coping with Daisy and

sighed, taking a seat next to him on

have you been holding up?” He asked