Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 29

Hazel and Chloe arrived at the Starlight building, a mix of apprehension and hope in their hearts. Had

they truly secured another deal that could help their company?

“However, as soon as they entered the office, they were greeted by a different atmosphere. Their

Director, Ashley, usually composed and professional, was anything but that today. She was jumpy with

excitement, practically radiating joy as she beckoned them over.

“You guys, come this instant!” she exclaimed, her face glowing with happiness.

Hazel and Chloe exchanged glances but wasted no time in joining her. The energy in the room obvious

as it buzzed happily.

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She eagerly showed them the email that had brought about this excitement an offer although from a

new, smaller compan, G.G which stood for Gentle giant. Their services were in demand, and they

hadn’t even needed to apply or bid for it; the offer had been handed to them on a silver platter.

Hazel felt a sense of relief wash over her. Their hard work was being recognized. With the company’s

legal advisor, they meticulously reviewed the contracts and the opportunities this new offer presented.

In a high-rise building housed the imposing Nex Tech Corporation, a young man held a commanding

presence behind an expansive desk. The golden plate affixed to the desk. proudly proclaimed his title:

CEO, Nex Tech Corporation.

“Sir, I’ve had Gentle Giant send out the new bid to Starlight,” an efficient and composed woman

reported to her boss. Her voice was a symphony of professionalism, and she stood with a grace that

mirrored the impressive surroundings. The CEO’s back was turned, as het gazed through the vast

open windows that offered a panoramic view of the bustling city

below.

“Okay,” came the response, a simple yet purposeful acknowledgment from the enigmatic man with an

aura that exuded authority and power. Slowly, he pivoted, revealing his face. and identity to the world.

Nathan Fox, a name synonymous with innovation and success in the tech industry.

Nathan gave a small nod of affirmation.

Knowing Starlight, the small but promising design company Hazel worked at, had entered. the

competitive bidding process for Tesco Empire JT, Nathan knew the challenges that lay ahead for them.

Starlight had only a slim chance of success, a company that prominent like Tesco Empire would rarely

pick practically new and unknown company.

Using his influence and connections, Nathan had begun making waves behind the scenes. He had

recommended Starlight to an associate’s new company and had surreptitiously submitted Starlight’s

portfolio for bidding process. Hazel might be unaware of his involvement, but he couldn’t help but

imagine her face lighting up with delight when the learned the news of winning a bid right after loosing

that of JT. He got a feeling of

atisfaction from the thought and found himself smiling

ering Hazel and her children happy was a source of profound satisfaction for Nathan.

ze fell to a frached photograph on his desk. The image captured the face

long, Howing hair. His smile foomentarily

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His assistant, Jasmine stood silently by the door, her eyes observing her boss’s expressions. She had

witnessed these moments several times before. But she also recognized that her presence was no

longer needed.

That would be all. Thank you,” Nathan spoke gently, his voice breaking the reverie. His fingers

continued to trace the contours of the photograph.

Jasmine exited Nathan’s office and retreated to her own adjoining workspace. There, she watched her

boss from a distance, his handsome face was etched in agony.

It had been over eight years, but the searing pain of that fateful day still etched vividly in Nathan’s

memory.

He sat in his office, staring into space with the picture of his wife still clutched in his hands. Jasmine,

observed in silence.

The memory that Nathan grappled with was no doubt the day he lost his wife, a memory that came with

an added layer of heartache his wife had been pregnant at the time. It was a double blow that had

shattered his world into pieces. The child they had eagerly anticipated, the life that was supposed to

intertwine theirs, was snatc h e d away in an instant along with that of his wife. Had it not been for that

tragic accident, his child would have celebrated his seventh birthday that year.

In college, Jasmine had been the younger, starry-eyed student, harboring a massive crush on the

brilliant senior who would go on to become her boss. Nathan’s journey had led him from graduation to

marriage with his beloved mate, the love of his life, and the establishment of his own tech company,

Nex.

At the time, Nex had been a rising star in the tech world, thriving and expanding as Nathan’s vision

took flight. It was the embodiment of a dream realized, and everything appeared perfect until that

fateful day. The details of the accident still remained a painful and haunting mystery. Rumors and

speculations had swirled, but the truth was known only to those who were there that day.

Jasmine sighed softly, her own heart heavy with empathy and understanding. She held an immense

sense of gratitude and appreciation for her boss. Nathan was more than just a professional mentor to

her; he was someone she deeply cared about. She wanted him to find happiness, to heal from the

scars that still lingered in his soul.

The entrance of a woman named Hazel and her children into Nathan’s life seemed to be a beacon of

joy amidst the shadows. Jasmine had observed the subtle shift in Nathan’s demeanor when Hazel’s

kids were around or mentioned, a warmth that transcended through her boss.

Even though she had received numerous offers that would have propelled her career far beyond being

a secretary and assistant, Jasmine remained steadfast sticking to Nathan’s company. She couldn’t

bring herself to leave, knowing that Nathan’s well-being and happiness mattered deeply to her.

As she watched her boss reminisce, Jasmine silently hoped that, with time, Nathan might find a path Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

toward healing and perhaps even rediscover joy once more.

After a few moments, Nathan emerged from his office, having changed into a more casual outfit His

existence revolved mostly around work and his office was more than just a orkspace, it was a place

where he lived. He even had a luxurious adjoining room, a

retreat within the confines of his workplace, Nathan rarely returned home, often thin there was no one

waiting for him there

“Here,” he casually tossed the keys to his luxurious car to Jasmine. She caught them. smoothly, her

heart doing somersaults as she met his charming, boyish grin. Seeing him smile was precious sight,

given his occasional bouts of sadness that seemed to weigh him down.

“I’ll take your car,” he said.

She tossed her own car keys to him which he effortlessly caught. Nathan would drive her less flashy

but still functional vehicle like he did most times.

With a graceful stride, he headed for his exclusive elevator. The entire floor they occupied was empty,

housing only their offices. The sky-rise building seemed almost deserted on this particular floor.

Observing Nathan’s departing figure, one would hardly think he was the CEO of such a massive

corporation. He exuded a laid-back, effortless charm, dressed in a pair of jeans and a casual polo shirt,

yet still undeniably attractive.

Jasmine couldn’t help but smile to herself, relieved to see him in better spirits. These random bouts of

sadness seemed to strike him frequently. She knew he must be going to meet Hazel and her children,

the people who had brought a semblance of happiness into his life.

Nathan had a genuine affection for those kids, and Jasmine felt the same way about them. They were

simply adorable, and she often wondered what his son would have looked like. With a drop-dead

gorgeous mother and the smoldering good looks of his father, he would have been a sight to behold.

But such thoughts inevitably led to the painful reminder that Nathan never had the chance to meet his

own child.

He had created a heart-wrenching ritual of sorts, listening to the recorded heartbeat taken during the

first ultrasound. Those moments would reduce him to tears, a raw expression of his enduring grief.

Now, he lived with a sense of purposelessness, clinging to the company as a way to preserve his wife’s

legacy and keep a part of her close, even if she was no longer