The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 116

116 I Miss You, Too!

Evelyn followed Oliver into his playroom on the second floor, her heart still pounding from Axel’s teasing downstairs. 1

She pretended to focus on the rows of children’s books lining the shelf, trying to distract herself.

After a while, she reached for a picture book, hoping a story about a talking bear might keep her sane.

But before she could even open it, a small voice made her freeze.

“Mommy?”

She turned immediately.

Oliver sat on the carpet in the corner, clutching a toy car, his bright eyes full of curiosity.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Mom, what happened to your face?”

“What?” she blinked.

“Why does it look like a strawberry?” 2

Evelyn’s mouth opened and closed again, surprised.

Then she realized her face was probably still red from Axel’s earlier teasing.

Perfect.

Her almost four–year–old had just caught her blushing over his father.

“Ah… really?” she said, forcing a laugh and pretending to check her cheeks. “Maybe… Mommy just wanted to eat a strawberry.”

Oliver’s expression turned serious, as if he were taking notes.

“Okay, Mom. I’ll ask Jimmy to prepare strawberries for dinner,”

Evelyn held back a laugh, her lips twitching as she noticed his expression was the same as Axel’s.

“Thank

you, sweetheart. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

He smiled proudly, then returned to rolling his toy car across the rug.

Evelyn watched him for a while, his little brows furrowed in concentration, his lips pressed tight as if every race between his toy cars

was a life–or–death competition.

The sight softened her heart instantly.

‘He’s growing so fast, she thought. ‘And somehow, every day, he looks more and more like Axel

Finally, she sank onto the sofa, opening the book to a random page.

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“Alright, Mr. Racer, are you ready for a story?”

“No, Mommy. My cars are still fighting.”

“Cars don’t fight, baby. They race.”

“Mine do,” he replied thoughtfully. “Because one cheated.”

Evelyn chuckled, shaking her head.

Soon, the calm of the afternoon wrapped around the room.

The golden sunlight streamed through the windows. The faint sound of Oliver’s car wheels filled the silence as Evelyn’s eyes grew

heavier.

Before she knew it, her head leaned back against the sofa, the book slipping from her hand, and she drifted into sleep.

Not long after,

A soft creak of the door startled Oliver. He looked up to see his father take a slow, quiet step inside.

Axel pressed a finger to his lips and pointed toward the sofa.

Oliver nodded solemnly, his voice lowering to a whisper. “Daddy, Mommy’s sleeping. She was exhausted.”

Axel walked closer, his eyes softening when he saw Evelyn.

Her head was tilted slightly to one side, long lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips parted just a little as she breathed. The faintest

smile touched her mouth, as if even in her sleep, she felt a sense of peace.

Axel folded his arms, just standing there for a moment. The sight tugged at something deep in him. ‘She never lets her guard down…

except now!

Oliver tugged his sleeve. “Daddy, what are you looking at?”

“Your mommy,” Axel murmured with a half–smile, “She’s dangerous, you know that?”

Oliver frowned, confused. “Mommy’s not dangerous. She’s pretty.”

Axel bit back a laugh. “Yeah, that’s exactly what makes her dangerous.”

He crouched down beside his son. “So, what do you think, buddy? Should we move her to bed or let her sleep?”

Oliver thought for a moment, tapping his chin like a miniature businessman. “If we wake her up, she’ll scold us.”

“True.” Axel nodded seriously. “And if we don’t, she might wake up and scold us for not waking her.”

Oliver blinked. “So we get scolded either way?”

“Exactly,” Axel smirked. “Welcome to married life, kiddo.” 2

Oliver giggled, then covered his mouth quickly, afraid he’d wake her. “Daddy, you’re funny.”

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“Don’t tell anyone,” Axel whispered with a wink.

“Hmmm… I promise, Daddy.”

Before they could decide, Evelyn stirred. Her lashes fluttered open, her blurry vision slowly sharpening… and then she froze.

Two sets of eyes were staring at her.

She sat up straight.

“What… what are you two doing?”

“Nothing,” Axel said.

And at the exact same time, Oliver blurted, “We were spying on you, Mommy…”

Evelyn blinked, torn between embarrassment and laughter. “Yo–You what?”

Oliver gasped, realizing his mistake. “No, no! Daddy told me not to say that!”

Evelyn turned her gaze to Axel.

Axel raised his hands as if to show he was surrendering.

“It wasn’t spying. It was… observing. There’s a difference.”

She was speechless. But then, she stifled a laugh as she looked at them.

“You two are the same, trouble.”

Then Oliver climbed onto the sofa beside her, his little hands tugging at her sleeve. “Mommy, come here.”

Evelyn melted instantly, pulling him into her arms. He leaned against her chest, snuggling close as Axel joined them, sitting casually on

the edge of the sofa.

The three of them stayed like that, Evelyn brushing Oliver’s hair, Axel’s hand resting lazily along the sofa behind her shoulders.

For a moment, they stay there talking and laughing at Oliver’s humor.

By the time dinner finally comes.

The house buzzed with warmth.

The dining table was filled with the smell of roasted chicken and freshly cut fruit, complete with a plate of strawberries that Oliver proudly demanded for his “strawberry–faced mommy.”

Axel nearly choked on his drink when he heard that.

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