The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 33

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“Need extra hands?

Axel’s voice came from far too close, like he’d leaned in just enough to make the air thicken.

Evelyn’s grip on the eggs tightened, and her heart clenched when the faint trace of his cologne reached her nose, fresh, clean, minty, and annoyingly distracting.

He can cook? Wow! A man who can make breakfast feel like a crime scene investigation.’

A smile forms on her lips, imagining they are cooking together. But then, she quickly pushed those thoughts out of her mind.

“No. Just… return to your house and wait for my call,” Evelyn wanted to snap. But, of course, she didn’t. She wasn’t foolish enough to believe Axel Knight would ever listen.

Instead, she paid no mind to him and concentrated on the task at hand. The eggs cracked smoothly against the edge of the bowl, the sound crisp and clear in the peaceful kitchen.

But he is still there, standing so close to her, annoyingly distracting her mind.

Without turning to him, she asked, “You can cook?”

“Of course not.”

His words were firm, unapologetic, and almost proud, which made her bite her lip to hide her laughter. He had offered his help so

confidently, only to declare just as confidently that he couldn’t cook.

Her brows slightly raise.

“Did I hear that right?‘ Slowly, she turned to look at him. Then, she immediately regretted it.

He’s standing way too close!

They are so close that if she tilted her head just a bit, she might gently bump into his warm, solid chest. Only thinking about it enough to make her heart race, adding a flutter of excitement to her pulse.

Calm, Eve! Don’t reveal any of your feelings to him…

Evelyn stepped back quickly, desperate for distance, only to feel the cold edge of the kitchen island press against her spine. Trapped.

Her mind started to find something clever to say, but Axel got to it first.

“Well, he continued, his voice as smooth as ever, “I can’t cook, but I can make a phone call and have someone send breakfast here.”

He said it casually, as if it were the most reasonable solution.

Evelyn merely looked at him, silently thinking, ‘Of course he’d say that. Of course, his idea of help is to call his chef…

She said nothing more, she shook her head, then turned back to the kitchen counter, cracking another egg with unnecessary force.

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“Axel, can you wait on the sofa? I need room to work here.”

Naturally, he didn’t move. Naturally, he stood there like he owned the apartment.

“No need to cook like a five–star chef, Evelyn,” he said mildly. “I’m not a picky eater. I can eat anything”

Her hands stilled. Oh, the irony. Axel Knight, the CEO, billionaire, impossible perfectionist, claiming he wasn’t picky. She almost laughed,

but the sound stuck in her throat.

“Excellent. Who’s going to believe that?” But she didn’t dare say it aloud. He had a way of twisting her words, cornering her until she was

left breathless and outmatched. Silence was safer.

However,

The silence didn’t last.

Somehow, without Evelyn noticing, Axel moved from hovering behind her to standing next to her.

His height, his presence, his scent… it was all too much, and yet she forced herself to focus on the bowl in front of her as if her life

depended on it.

“Axel,” she said, trying to steady her voice, “I understand. Well, I’m not making anything fancy. Just scrambled eggs, toast, and waffles.

Hopefully, you can eat our usual breakfast here.”

“Ah,” he chuckled, “I love home–cooked food, Evelyn. No need to worry.” 1

The sound of his laugh curled in her stomach. She set the whisk down with more force than necessary, forcing her shoulders to square.

“Okay. Then could you leave me alone? Or, you can check on Oliver? He’ll probably wake up soon. You can talk with him…”

He was not moving at first, like he was debating whether to ignore her again. But, finally, with a nod, he stepped back. “Hmm. Alright.”

Only when he walked away did she realize she’d been holding her breath.

The moment his footsteps faded toward the hallway, she let out a long sigh of relief, sagging against the counter.

“Thank God,” she whispered, fanning his face with her hand. Suddenly, she felt hot.

With Axel left her alone, she could actually work. She turned on the stove, butter sizzling in the pan as she poured in the beaten eggs.

The familiar rhythm calmed her: the scrape of the spatula, the golden toast popping from the toaster, the faint sweet scent of waffles

crisping in the iron.

But the peace lasted only a few minutes.

From Oliver’s bedroom, she could faintly hear Oliver’s laughter. It made her feel a warm happiness in her heart, knowing her son must be

delighted to meet Axel again after learning he was his father.

She feels at ease as she continues to prepare their breakfast.

Just as she finished arranging the food and drinks on the island, she heard Oliver’s voice at the same time.

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“Mommy!” Oliver beamed. “Daddy’s here!”

Evelyn turned and saw Oliver running in with sleepy hair and wide eyes, holding Axel’s hand like it was the most natural thing in the

world.

Oliver’s excitement was pure, unfiltered. It’s hard for her to put into words how happy she was for her little one.

She smiled warmly at her son. “That’s great, honey. Oh right, breakfast’s ready… but you know the rules, right?” Her words made Oliver

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