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Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna Chapter 63
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Ethan strolled into the office with an air of light–heartedness, exuding an almost cheerful demeanor. His relaxed and happy countenance stood in stark contrast to Axel’s dreary and gloomy presence.
An inquisitive arch of Ethan’s eyebrow betrayed his curiosity as he observed his assistant. Axel’s drained appearance was an anomaly, considering the usual energetic manner in which he resumed work after the weekend. Axel, known for his proper and almost robotic demeanor, seemed unusually fatigued. Noticing Axel’s perpetually unavailable phone, Ethan couldn’t resist probing, “What happened to you last night?” The question hung in the air, laced with genuine concern for his right–hand man. “And your phone. It’s been unavailable the whole night.”
“Your private life is none of my business, but it’s unlike you. So what’s going on?” Ethan inquired further, eager to understand the cause of Axel’s unusual state. The latter, with a resigned sigh, produced his broken phone.
“How did this happen?” Ethan pressed on, sensing there was more to the story than Axel was letting on.
“I was attacked,” Axel stated flatly, leaving Ethan both surprised and perplexed. “Is that what happened when I called you last night? And I guess that explains the scratches as well. What mob gang was it?” Ethan asked sternly. For months, Ethan had been striving to distance himself from such affairs, but the intrusion into his right–hand man’s life was an unwelcome development.
Ethan promptly grabbed his phone, ready to track down the assailants with whatever details Axel could provide. The office atmosphere crackled with tension and unanswered questions.
“It wasn’t a mob,” Axel uttered, the words laced with difficulty, as if each syllable carried weight.
Ethan, usually composed, found himself caught off guard. “If it wasn’t a mob, then what?” he prodded, his curiosity intensifying.
“By a woman, okay?!” Axel’s frustration erupted in a sudden yell, the intensity of his emotions palpable. He sighed, clenching his jaws in an attempt to regain composure, while Ethan stared at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.
“Okay. I am not interested in whatever kinky shit you do or have a preference for. That is messed up,” Ethan chuckled in amusement, initially thinking Axel was divulging some peculiar personal details. The tension momentarily diffused into a light laugh.
“What? That’s not it,” Axel clarified, a hint of exasperation in his voice, realizing Ethan had misunderstood.
“Okay, I guess so,” Ethan said, still chuckling in disbelief, but sensing there was
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“I have a psycho for a neighbor” Axel dropped the bombshell, his words landing like a heavy truth, abruptly halting the lighthearted banter. The room was now filled with an uneasy silence.
“Last night I was attacked by my crazy neighbor,” Axel stated, the weight of the encounter evident in his voice. Axel’s revelation hung in the air, a startling confession that disrupted the tranquility of Ethan’s office. The pen in Ethan’s hand dropped to the table as he processed Axel’s words, a mix of incredulity and amusement playing on his features. Ethan’s initial response was disbelief, which quickly transformed into laughter, a reaction Axel found infuriating.
“What?!” Ethan exclaimed, his laughter persisting. Between chuckles, he managed to squeeze in a teasing remark, “What perverted shit did you do? I mean, you just moved in.” The laughter continued, echoing in the office. He concluded and thought Axel had done something acting like a pervert that trigger the woman. “She’s crazy! She attacked me with an umbrella, then doused me in pepper spray!” Axel’s frustration simmered beneath the surface, exacerbated by Ethan’s amusement. The laughter seemed to amplify, Ethan finding humor in the irony of Axel, the composed and proper individual, grappling with such a bizarre situation.
“It seems this one’s a handful,” Ethan remarked between laughs, the amusement unabated. Axel, feeling the weight of the situation, sighed and took a seat.
“Let’s get your schedule done with so I can go get a new phone,” Axel stated, attempting to steer the conversation away from the events of the previous night. The room fell into a contemplative silence, a palpable tension lingering between the two.
Ethan, unable to contain his curiosity, breached the uneasy quiet, “How did it happen?” He probed, struggling to reconcile the composed Axel with the mental. image of him being beaten by a woman wielding an umbrella. The absurdity of the situation hung in the air.
“Don’t ask mel” Axel snapped, a flush of embarrassment coloring his ears. The retort was swift and defensive, revealing the vulnerability beneath his usually stoic exterior.
“You don’t wanna talk about it… Okay,” Ethan conceded, though his persistent glances at Axel communicated his lingering curiosity. Axel, feeling the weight of Ethan’s gaze, sighed in exasperation, caught between a desire for privacy and the inevitability of his story.
“But I’m really curious. I mean, you come to work with small cuts all over and a busted phone. And next thing you were beaten up by a woman all in one night,” Ethan probed further, his words tinged with both concern and amusement. “You seem to be in high spirits,” Axel observed, his attempt at deflecting the conversation and diverting it back to Ethan.
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“Does this have anything to do with the twins?” Axel probed. Ethan relaxed back into his seat, a smile playing on his l*ps. Axel’s keen observation had caught the connection between Ethan’s sudden call the previous night and the uncharacteristic happiness he now exuded.
Ethan’s evident delight stood in stark contrast to Axel’s lingering gloom, intensifying Axel’s irritation. “You share. I’m dying to know,” Ethan pressed on eagerly, his smirk fueling Axel’s sense of annoyance.
Axel sighed, the room filled with an air of anticipation, with Ethan eagerly awaiting the details.
“I went out to get food for the dog, he didn’t eat the regular dog food, and it was raining, and some….”
“Hold on… You have a dog?” Ethan interrupted, his eyebrows shooting up int surprise.
“Yes,” Axel replied with a sigh, anticipating the barrage of questions that would follow.
“How did….” Ethan started asking.
“Don’t ask me how I ended up with one!” Axel yelled, cutting off the question. before it fully formed.
“Okay. Okay,” Ethan said, throwing his hands up in surrender.
“Anyway, I went out to get dog food, and a lady assaulted me. She thought I was a stalker. No, she accused me of being one.” Axel finished.
“Wow,” was all Ethan could muster, the unexpected turn of events still sinking in. “How did you end up with a dog, though?” Ethan asked, unable to contain his curiosity. “After what happened when we were kids, I thought you hated them,” he added, recalling past conversations about Axel’s aversion to pets.
“I never said I hated them. I just don’t like them,” Axel corrected, his tone carrying. a hint of irritation.
“And now you have one?” Ethan inquired, confusion evident on his face.
“It’s temporal,” Axel snapped once more, emphasizing the temporary nature of the situation. “So while going to get dog food for your puppy…” Ethan began, prompting Axel to shoot him a glare. “…For THE puppy, when your neighbor attacked you. Okay,” Ethan corrected himself, sensing Axel’s annoyance.
“But that doesn’t really explain the eye bags,” Ethan observed, concern coloring his tone. The man in front of him didn’t look like he had slept well in a while.
For someone so health–conscious, with a strict sleep, workout, and diet routine, it was out of character for Axel. The sudden deviation from his usual habits intrigued Ethan, and he was determined to uncover the underlying story.
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