Alpha's Regret After Her Rebirth (Hannah and Noah) novel Chapter 67

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Chapter 0067
Hannah
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After the meal, I insisted on helping to clean up despite the director’s protests. With the way Noah had spent the better part of our visit openly mocking me, I felt I had a point to prove-both to him and to myself.
“Really, Luna Hannah, you’ve already done so much!” the director protested. “We couldn’t possibly ask our Luna to clean the kitchen.”
“Nonsense,” I said, already gathering my plate and rolling up my sleeves. “I’d love to help.”
The director, with wide eyes, fell into a series of thank-yous and compliments. As I made my way to the kitchen, Noah caught my elbow and shot me a curious look. “Cleaning, too?” he whispered, low enough so only I could hear. “What kind of an image-”
“It’s the right thing to do,” I retorted, not bothering to keep my voice low as I plastered that same smile across my face that I had been wearing all day. “You should help, too, Alpha Noah,”
With that, I pulled my arm away, leaving Noah in the dust behind me. I heard him huff slightly, but I didn’t turn to
ook at him.
Although, at some point, I felt him materialize at the sink beside me and begin scrubbing.
I was still scrubbing dishes alongside Noah, the director, and her staff when the first wave of nausea hit me like I had been punched in the gut. A cold sweat broke out across my brow as my stomach clenched viciously, and I barely had time to clasp a hand over my mouth before the urge to vomit became overwhelming.
“E-Excuse me,” I managed to gasp out before I scurried away to the nearest bathroom, struggling to maintain a calm demeanor.
No sooner had the door shut behind me did I drop to my knees in front of the toilet and began to retch. My body shook with the convulsions, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Well, there went lunch.
When it was finally over, I slumped back against the cool tiled wall, breathing deeply through my nose. I raked the back of my shaking hand across my forehead, trying not to gasp out loud. Goddess, I felt like an empty husk.
Suddenly, a hesitant knock sounded on the bathroom door, making me nearly jump out of my skin. “Hannah? Are you alright in there?”
I quirked an eyebrow. I had expected to hear the director, one of the staff, or maybe even one of the children on the other side of the door. But instead, it was Noah’s voice that came through the wood.
A feeling of panic worked its way through me, but was quickly replaced by a surge of annoyance. Of course he would choose now to start giving a damn about my wellbeing. Hastily, I flushed the toilet and splashed some water on my clammy face in an effort to pull myself together before going to answer the door.
“I’m fine,” I called out as evenly as I could manage, grimacing at the raspy croak of my voice. “I’ll be out in
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a minute.”
I was met with a moment of silence before Noah spoke again, and he sounded skeptical. “You sure?”
Gritting my teeth, I tugged open the bathroom door to find him hovering in the hallway just outside, his mouth tugged downwards into a frown. Our gazes met and held for a long, weighted moment-and for that moment, I wanted nothing more than to tell my husband the truth.
That I was pregnant. That I had died before and so had our child, and this was my second chance. And that I needed some f***ng help from my husband.
But I didn’t say any of that. How could I? Instead, I simply shook my head with a tight smile.
“I’m fine.”
Noah regarded me silently for a few more moments, his green eyes roving over my pale, clammy face. Just when I was certain he was about to demand the full truth, he simply gave a curt nod instead.