The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 118

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118 Preview Of What?

118 Preview Of What?

Evelyn’s heart was racing, and she dared not move, trying to look calm. 1

While Axel… He didn’t say anything at first, just held her close, his chin resting lightly on her shoulder.

She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her back, the heat of his chest, the way his breath brushed against her neck.

After a few more seconds, he asked, “How’s that? Better?”

“Hmm…” Evelyn tried to sound calm, but her mind betrayed her. “I feel…HOT…I mean, burned. Not hot, burned.”

Axel chuckled softly.

“That’s not my fault.”

“It absolutely is.”

“Really?”

“Completely.”

“Then I guess I shouldn’t stop.”

Evelyn turned slightly to glare at him, but the smirk on his lips was so disarming that she almost forgot what she was going to say.

“Okay… Let’s say your silence means… continues,” he said playfully, embracing her tightly.

The silence that followed felt warm, filled with unspoken words and the sound of wind whispering through the trees.

After a moment, Axel loosened her just enough so they could stand side by side.

His hand rested on her shoulder as if he were trying to ensure she was close to him.

When she looked at him, his gaze was already on her; steady, intent, but gentle.

“You know,” she said, “I can’t remember the last time I went on a date. Probably before I even met you.”

A surprised flicker crosses his eyes before he says, “Then I’ll make sure this one makes up for it.”

His tone was simple, but something in it made her chest feel warm.

Evelyn smiled shyly and looked away, pretending to study the city lights.

The wind blew again, carrying the faint scent of his cologne. She closed her eyes for a moment, memorizing it, the warmth of his coat, the weight of his arm, the sound of his steady breathing.

It felt perfect.

Too perfect.

When she finally opened her eyes, she caught him tilting his head, staring at her again.

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“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked softly.

“Nothing,” he said with a small smile. “Just wondering how I got this lucky.” 3

Evelyn’s heart fluttered wildly. She looked away, cheeks warm.

She can’t answer that because she’s too happy to hear it.

Right now, she didn’t care if he just wanted to flirt with her or if he genuinely felt that way.

Then,

Axel’s warm, strong hand slipped into hers, guiding it gently into his coat pocket.

The movement was simple, but it sent a tremor through Evelyn’s chest.

His palm was rough, his touch warm. The kind of warmth that could melt away her nerves.

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his calm, steady gaze.

For a moment, everything around them, the cool mountain air, the distant city lights, faded into a quiet hum.

“Let’s do the actual date,” he said suddenly, his voice a deep murmur that made her heart skip a beat.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Actual date? I thought this was the date… You know, the part where we stare at city lights, hold hands, and you tease me every five

minutes.”

A hint of a smirk curved his lips. “Yeah, that too. But that was just the preview.”

“Preview of what?”

“Our honeymoon.”

“H–honeymoon? What are you-”

Before she could finish, he was already leading her forward. His long strides made it impossible for her to keep up without stumbling.

“Axel!” she protested, half laughing. “Where are you taking me now?”

He didn’t answer.

She didn’t protest, only followed, her curiosity growing by the second.

The gravel crunched beneath their steps, and that was when she noticed the soft glow coming from under a cluster of tall pine trees.

She gasped.

It wasn’t another car or a light post.

However, it was a small, wooden cabin, stunningly beautiful.

Warm amber light spilled through its glass windows.

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A short wooden deck stretched from the front, where two chairs waited beside a small round table.

She slowed her steps.

“There’s a cabin here?”

Axel nodded, his expression proud yet calm.

“Hmm. My secret hideaway. Whenever work gets too loud or life turns unbearable, I come here.” His voice softened, eyes resting on her.

“Now it’s no longer just my retreat, it’s ours. From today, this will be our love nest.” He said, brushing his thumb across her hand.

Evelyn almost choked on her own laughter. “Love nest? Really?”

He stopped at the door and frowned. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” she teased. “I just didn’t expect you to sound… romantic.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a playful murmur. “You bring it out of me, Eve.”

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