The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 29

29 His Reaction Makes Her Dumbfounded!

The topic Evelyn always avoids when talking to Oliver is about his father. 1

But this time, she couldn’t avoid it any longer.

After finishing her phone conversation with Axel, her fatigue and drowsiness suddenly vanished, as if they had never been there.

Her body still felt heavy from the several sleepless nights that had passed, but her mind was alert, buzzing, and restless.

Despite the sleepless nights, she felt like she had just woken up from a beautiful nap, refreshed and eager to start the day, though her

heart carried a nervous weight.

To distract herself from becoming fatigued and drowsy again, she threw her energy into the kitchen.

Spaghetti bolognese. Cheese pizza. Blueberry cheesecake. Even a tall strawberry milkshake with whipped cream on top. 4

The kitchen smelled like heaven and chaos at once, with flour dusting her hair and tomato sauce splattered near the stove.

After a few hours of fussing, she stood back and admired the dining table. It was ridiculous, honestly.

The little wooden table could barely hold everything she had cooked. If an outsider walked in, they’d think she was feeding an army, not

a single child recovering from surgery.

Finally, faintly, she heard a small, sleepy voice calling her.

“Mo–Mommy…”

Her heart clenched. She froze for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. Calm. Smile. Pretend everything is normal.

Then,

She hurried to his room, pushed open the door with a gentle hand, and there he was, her chubby son sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes

like a baby bear waking from hibernation.

“Mommy, I’m hungry…”

‘Perfect!‘ Evelyn rejoiced inwardly. ‘Food. Food is the key. Give him enough spaghetti and sugar, and he’ll forget everything. He won’t

even think of asking… that question. The question after he told him, Axel Knight was his father…”

Like, “Why didn’t you marry Dad? Why does he only know about me now? One night stand? What is that, Mommy?”

She knew her son too well. And she knew herself even better: the moment Oliver asked about those questions, her carefully built walls

would crumble.

So no, better to drown her son’s curiosity in melted cheese and blueberry frosting.

Her lips curved into a wide, spring–bright smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, Mommy already cooked your favorites: spaghetti bolognese, cheese pizza, and blueberry cheesecake. And I made a special drink… your favorite strawberry milkshake topping with vanilla ice cream. Come, come… let’s eat!”

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29 His Reaction Makes Her Dumbfounded!

Oliver’s eyes widened, lighting up instantly. “Really?” His little voice was full of awe.

“Yes, really….” Evelyn laughed, walking to him quickly as he flung off the blanket. But before his feet touched the floor, she stopped him

with a hand.

“Baby, let me carry you.”

“No, Mom, it’s fine. I can walk.” He shook his head with determination, trying to stand.

Evelyn frowned but relented, holding his hand like porcelain. “Alright, but slowly. No running, you hear me? Your wound hasn’t healed

yet. One wrong move and it’ll split open.”

Oliver nodded solemnly, though his small legs trembled as he made his way to the door.

Evelyn’s heart clenched at the sight. He was so fragile, yet so stubborn; Axel’s blood ran through him without question.

As they reached the dining table, Oliver’s mouth fell open. His eyes darted from dish to dish, overwhelmed.

“Mommy… this is… wow…you make this all?”

Evelyn ruffled his hair proudly. “Of course. All for you, sweetheart.”

He sat carefully, his eyes sending a grateful smile at her before digging in.

Evelyn watched as the first bite of spaghetti made him close his eyes and sigh in delight.

“My mommy was the best chef in the world.”

Evelyn almost laughed at his over–the–top praise. But she didn’t argue with him; she just smiled and urged him to eat more.

For a moment, everything was perfect: the food, his smile, the peace of a quiet home.

She believed she might be able to escape the heavy topic forever, inform him briefly about Axel Knight, and nothing would happen after

that.

But Oliver was her son, Axel’s son. Too clever for his own good.

Halfway through his milkshake, he set his glass down and looked at her with those wide, curious eyes.

“Mommy…?”

Her heart skipped. “Yes, sweetheart?”

He hesitated, twirling his fork over his spaghetti. “Why… Why don’t I have a daddy like other kids?”

Evelyn gasped, but quickly she adjusted her expression.

This was the conversation she wanted to start, but somehow her tongue was too stiff to begin, and now her clever son is starting it.

She forced her lips into a smile, but her fingers gripped her lap beneath the table.

“Sweetie… you do have a daddy.” Her voice sounds calm, but inside, her heart begins to churn like a hurricane.

Oliver’s long eyelashes fluttered; he calmly continued asking, “I do? Then where is he? Why don’t I ever see him?”

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