Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 723

Chapter 723: First to get married?

Gabriel had barely managed to sink into his swivel chair after attending many meetings since the morning ever since he joined the work. Just as he felt himself drifting into a weary stupor, the event of his mate hit his nostrils.

His eyes snapped open. Amelie was gliding through the door of the office. Tucked securely against her chest in a baby carrier was Noah, whose face lit up with a toothless, radiant grin the moment he spotted his father.

"Papa!" Noah chirped.

Gabriel was on his feet in a second, his exhaustion evaporating like mist seeing both of them. "Noah! Amelie!"

The toddler began to kick his legs and flail his tiny arms in a frantic dance of excitement, babbling a jubilant, nonsensical words.

"Steady now, baby," Amelie laughed, bracing the carrier.

"He wants his father," Gabriel noted, a broad smile breaking across his face. He reached out as he transitioned the boy from Amelie’s harness into his own arms.

Amelie moved toward the office couch, setting a sturdy jute bag on the low table and unlatching a tiered tiffin box that smelled of the food she prepared for Gabriel.

"Did you miss me, boy? Daddy has been trapped in meetings all day," Gabriel murmured, looking into the big, innocent eyes of Noah.

"Daddy?" Noah tilted his head, his brow furrowing in concentration as his small, pudgy fingers gripped the lapel of Gabriel’s embroidered blazer.

"That’s right. I’m your daddy. Papa, Daddy... take your pick, as long as you keep saying it," Gabriel whispered, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to the boy’s soft cheek.

"Gabriel, eat your lunch. Karmen mentioned you haven’t had a bite since the meetings started," Amelie said, glancing over her shoulder.

Gabriel moved toward her, the tension in his shoulders finally beginning to thaw as he sank into the office sofa. As he reached out, Amelie took Noah from his arms to give Gabriel room to eat. The shift was immediate; Noah’s face crumpled, his lower lip trembling before he let out a sharp wail.

"Noah! What’s wrong?" Amelie asked, her eyes widening in surprise. She quickly shifted him, tucking his chin against her shoulder and rhythmically patting his back to soothe the sudden outburst.

"I think he just wants his dad. I can eat later," Gabriel said, already reaching back out for the crying boy.

"No, you need your strength. Eat," Amelie insisted, gently blocking his reach as she rocked Noah. When the soft swaying didn’t work, she stood up and began a slow lap of the executive suite. She pointed out the gleaming trophies on the shelves and the distant, miniature cars moving far below the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Gabriel watched them, his heart softening as he saw Noah stopped crying. He picked up his spoon and finally began to eat, realizing that while Noah loved his lap, the boy was also ready to discover the world beyond it.

Noah pressed his tiny palms against the floor-to-ceiling glass, his chubby cheeks squished against the surface. Amelie gently peeled him away from the window. "Let’s help Daddy out. Let’s clean his desk," she murmured.

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