The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 18

18 Don’t Climb On The Bed

Evelyn quickly turned forward again, masking her expression. 1

The last thing she needed was for Axel to know what she was thinking.

He already had a talent for reading her with just one look, and she wasn’t about to give him more reasons to do so.

When they reached the post–operative observation room, a nurse guided them inside.

Her heart tightened as she saw her poor baby Oliver lying in the bed, small and pale beneath the sheets, wires and monitors attached to

his tiny body.

And before Axel could react, she rushed forward, clutching her son’s hand gently, as if he might shatter at her touch.

“Oh, sweetheart…” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Her voice trembled, full of fear and love.

Axel stood a few steps back, his expression locked in its usual mask, but his eyes betrayed him. They softened as they rested on Oliver,

his son. His blood. His heir.

This boy, barely a child, carried the very thing Axel never thought he wanted but now couldn’t imagine losing.

Yet Axel’s feet refused to move.

He stood near the door, his back against the wall, watching Evelyn as if she were a scene from a dream he wasn’t entitled to touch.

Her figure trembled gently as she hunched over the hospital bed, her forehead softly resting near Oliver’s hand. A gentle, broken

whimper slipped from her, tender and raw, conveying her delicate pain.

At first, the sight warmed him. A strange, foreign warmth; his heart swelled for the first time in years.

Evelyn wasn’t perfect, far from it. Still, she was here, holding their son as if her entire existence depended on his small heartbeat.

For the first time, Axel allowed himself to imagine what it might have been like if things had been different, if they’d raised Oliver

together from the beginning, if he hadn’t had to find out this way.

But that fragile warmth twisted into unease.

His gaze lingered on the wires and tubes that covered Oliver’s body, the steady rhythm of the monitor beside him. Each beep was both a

reassurance and a threat.

And now Evelyn was clutching their son so tightly, he feared she’d accidentally tug something loose.

His mouth parted, the warning on his tongue, but he swallowed it back. He didn’t want to shatter her fragile composure with his cold

voice.

So he let her cling. He let her whisper prayers against their son’s skin.

Until she moved.

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18 Don’t Climb On The Bed

Her knee pressed against the edge of the mattress, her arms moving as if she planned to climb onto the bed and pull Oliver into her lap.

Axel’s entire body went rigid. In a heartbeat, his chest seized with a surge of panic he couldn’t control.

“Evelyn!” His voice echoes through the room. “Stop! Don’t climb onto the bed. Oliver could be in danger!”

The words snapped her back instantly, causing her to stumble off the mattress. Her hands trembled as she pulled away, hovering in

midair.

She turned to him, wide–eyed, her face pale with fright.

“Will he be okay?” Her voice was nothing but a whisper. “When will he wake up?”

“He will.” Axel forced his tone to sound calm, even though his pulse hammered against his ribs. “As long as you don’t mess with those

machines and make them malfunction.”

Evelyn froze, her lips parting in disbelief. Slowly, her expression crumpled. Her gaze flickered to Oliver, then back at Axel, as if he’d

accused her of something terrible.

Her eyes glistened as she looked at Axel. “I wasn’t…” Her voice slightly trembled. “I wasn’t touching anything. I would never hurt him.”

He stifled a laugh. “I believe you,” he said with a flat expression.

She narrowed her eyes on him as she expressed her stress, “God, you always assume the worst of me,” she said with trembling but

sarcastic words. “Like I came here just to sabotage your precious medical equipment. Relax, Mr. CEO, I’m not that reckless.”

Her words stabbed sharper than she probably intended.

Axel’s gaze hardened, but inside, guilt twisted in his chest. He could see the raw edges of her fear, the way her fingers hovered near

Oliver’s tiny hand but didn’t dare touch it again.

Silence lingered between them once again.

Then, Evelyn sighs quietly. Her shoulders trembled as she whispered, almost to herself, “I just… I just need him to wake up. That’s all I

need.”

Axel opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.

He wanted to go over to her, maybe put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. But he held back. Every step closer felt like giving up.

Instead, he leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed. “He’s strong,” he said finally, his voice low but steady. “He’ll wake soon.”

Evelyn turned her head just slightly, enough for him to catch the flash of vulnerability in her eyes.

She didn’t argue. She didn’t snap back like she usually did. But, she just looked at him, long enough for his cold mask to nearly slip.

For a moment, Axel felt the room feel cramped. He exhaled quietly, pushing away from the wall.

“You can touch him if you want. Just… don’t climb on the bed again.”

Evelyn blinked, startled by the shift in his tone, then nodded quickly.

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