Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 80

Axel stood behind the door he had just shut, his hand slowly reaching up to touch the injury on his neck. His other hand instinctively went to his chest, feeling the erratic beat of his heart. The rhythmic thud echoed in his ears, and he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling that lingered from the unexpected closeness with Jasmine.

“Why is my heart beating so hard?” he wondered aloud, the question hanging in the silence of his closed apartment.

While overseeing the renovations at the hospital earlier, the chaotic rearrangement of equipment inadvertently led to an unfortunate incident. Amidst the rearrangement, a ladder had been shifted, and its movement had accidentally scratched Axel’s neck. Engrossed in the hospital matters, he hadn’t even noticed the minor injury until Jasmine pointed it out just moments ago.

After ensuring Ethan’s safe arrival home, Axel left for his own residence pulling into the driveway.

While driving into the apartment complex’s parking lot, Axel noticed a figure seated near the entrance which he subtly ignored.

Parking his car, he headed toward the connecting elevators.

However, his attempt to continue uninterrupted was thwarted when a voice called out to him.

“Wait.”

Turning around, Axel saw the same girl from that morning approaching him. He had paused briefly, responding to a phone call before exiting the elevator and walking towards his home. An undeniable sense of discomfort and irritation crept over him at the sight of her.

With a sigh, he hung up the phone, and as she stood in front of him, Axel’s expression remained a mix of questioning and suspicion. He instinctively took a step back, creating a subtle distance between them. The girl seemed momentarily tongue–tied, her gaze fixed on him. The question lingered in Axel’s mind: What could she possibly want now?

The lady’s voice trembled as she attempted to apologize. “I just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier and last night,” she began. However, her words were cut short by a sharp intake of breath. Her eyes widened, and horror overtook her features.

“Did I do this?” she cried, her hands flying to cover her mouth, she looked genuinely horrified.

“I’m so sorry,” she expressed with a mixture of guilt and concern.

Axel, momentarily puzzled by her sudden actions, allowed his hand to hover over his neck, discovering the bloodied injury. A sigh escaped him as he recalled the incident at the hospital, realizing the extent of the injury. What he initially thought was a mere scratch turned out to be more severe.

Jasmine, visibly distressed, continued to blame herself and explain the events of that morning.

caused by you, Axel stated passively,

were unnecessary.

the discussion was evident; he simply

sighed feeling exasperated, she still unconvinced. He sighed,

incident happened over ten hours ago; you think an injury like that would look

would assume he’d go to work without

definitely wasn’t thinking.he

“Oh. She stated.

waving her plastic bag in front of him.

injury you caused,” he repeated, believing she hadn’t

enter his house. Nevertheless, Jasmine ran to block his way, surprising him by extending her arms. seemingly determined to provide assistance. The persistence was beginning

trying to convey his desire for her to cease her attempts. Despite his larger frame against her smaller one, she persistently stood in

wasn’t one of the injuries you caused

besides, the injury is close to your neck; you wouldn’t be able to take care of it yourself,” she insisted, her determination

pleaded gazing up at

his internal warning signals going off, he couldn’t imagine her touching him with a ten

him. Yet,he reluctantly uttered, “Fine.” He couldn’t bring himself to say no to her, not with her persistent pleading, not with those eyes. Her face immediately lit up with joy, and despite the reservations lingering in his mind, het allowed her to follow him into his

his door,

his space. The first visit was unimpressive, and the second ended in disaster. He couldn’t help but think, “Let’s get this done with so she can go, hoping

a first, he never had or entertained visitors,he didn’t like people in his space. But she

the kitchen stools. The high stools provided a suitable surface for Jasmine to apply the treatment without obstructions. He opted to keep one sleeve on, a small attempt to maintain

exasperated, she still unconvinced. He sighed, realizing she

ten hours ago; you think an injury like that

she would assume he’d go to work

definitely wasn’t thinking,

“Oh. She stated.

help treat you.” She suddenly offered, waving her plastic bag in front of

you caused,” he repeated, believing she hadn’t

to move past her and enter his house. Nevertheless, Jasmine ran to block his way, surprising him by extending her arms, seemingly determined to provide assistance. The

desire for her