The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 109

Evelyn feels her chest tighten.

“I promise this won’t happen again,” Axel continued, his tone sincere, “I promise you’ll never see me like this again.”

The words struck deep, shuttering the last of her anger. Slowly, cautiously, she relaxed against him.

He tightened his hold in response, one arm circling her waist, the other sliding up to cradle her shoulders as if afraid she’d slip away.

She closed her eyes, feeling the strength of his embrace. He was reckless, infuriating, and secretive. But at this moment, none of that

mattered. Because beneath it all, Axel Knight was hers.

Her lips curved faintly, though she kept the words locked in her heart. ‘I already love you, Axel Knight! That’s why I’m so scared. That’s

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Instead, she turned to face him and quietly returned the embrace–no words, no arguments–just silence. For now, it was enough.

But with Axel, silence never lasted long.

His lips brushed her temple as he murmured, “Eve, I know you must be exhausted. Don’t worry… there’s no need to make love tonight.

We can wait till tomorrow morning.“2

Her jaw dropped. Heat rushed to her cheeks. She pushes him away.

“Axel Knight,” her voice dripping with murderous sweetness, “Go. Wash. And. Clean.”

Amusement flickered in his eyes, though he wisely didn’t push his luck further.

Evelyn stalked toward the bed. Before flicking off the light, she threw him one last warning over her shoulder.

“And don’t you dare get water on that wound!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Axel replied, lips curving into a grin.

For once, he didn’t tease further. Even devils knew when they were too tired to risk poking a lioness.

Evelyn tried to close her eyes, but sleep refused to come. Her mind was too loud, her heart too restless.

She lay there in the dimly lit room, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of running water from the bathroom.

Axel had been in there far too long.

Her imagination, as usual, betrayed her.

‘Did he fall? Did his wound open again? Maybe he passed out and hit his head on the sink?”

She sat up halfway, chewing her lip.

‘No, Evelyn. Don’t you dare check. You’ll look desperate.

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A deep sigh escaped her lips anyway

“He’s probably fine, she muttered to herself. “Probably…”

But her gare kept flicking toward the bathroom door. The longer it stayed shut, the more her curiosity burned.

Just as she was about to throw the blanket off and give in, the door swung open.

Her heart nearly stopped.

There he was, her husband, Axel Knight, standing tall in the doorway, the light behind him outlining his silhouette.

A single white towel hung low around his hips, and droplets of water slid down his chest in slow, taunting trails.

His hair was damp, messier than usual, giving him that just–stepped–out–of–a–dream look she hated for being so dangerously

distracting.

For a moment, she froze.

He caught her staring. Of course, he did. His lips curved into a confident smile.

“Eve,” he said, his tone low and teasing, “are you satisfied just looking at your husband like that? Should I put something on, or do you

prefer I wear nothing?”

Her mouth opened, then closed. She was utterly speechless.

“Did you…” she cleared her throat, “…did you wet your wound?” try to distract him not to talk about something that could make her heart

beat like crazy.

His grin widened as he rubbed a towel over his hair.

“Of course not. I’m a good husband, and a good patient, too. I always listen to my wife’s orders. More so when it’s about health.”

Evelyn rolled her eyes. “Goodnight.” She turned her back to him, yanking the blanket up to her chin.

If she said another word, she’d end up either strangling him or confessing something stupid, like how she couldn’t stop thinking about

him since he kissed her forehead.

Behind her, she could hear him chuckling to himself. The sound made her feel like a flock of butterflies was now dancing in her stomach.

Moments later, the room fell quiet again, and only the yellow lamp in the corner was on.

She assumed he was done teasing her, and finally, they would be able to sleep peacefully.

But of course, this was Axel Knight. The word ‘reasonable” didn’t exist in his dictionary.

Evelyn sensed the bed gently dip behind her. The subtle scent of his body wash, fresh, clean, and unmistakably him, surrounded her,

lingering on her pillow, in her hair, and on her skin.

She tried not to move, not to give away that she was fully awake. Maybe it she pretended to be asleep, he’d let her be.

Then, without warning, she felt his hand on her waist.

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Her entire body froze

“Avr she whispered, her voice half warning, half plea.

He didn’t reply. Instead, his arm slid gently around her, pulling her closer until her back was pressed against the warmth of his bare

chest The slow, steady beat of his heart thudded against her spine.

She could feel her own pulse race wildly, her cheeks burning. She wanted to scold him, tell him to keep his distance, but the words got

lost somewhere between her chest and her throat.

His breath brushed the back of her neck.

“Are you sleeping?”

“Yes” She answered him too fast.

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