The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 41

41 Unbelievable!

Evelyn couldn’t leave Martha’s house early because, of course, Martha insisted they stay until dinner. 1

And really, how could she say no? The woman had practically her only family here; refusing was impossible.

Besides, if she went home and if Axel was there, she was sure that man would find some new way to push her blood pressure into

dangerous territory.

Even though she knew Axel wouldn’t be home tonight, as he’d mentioned, he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. However, Martha’s house

remained the safest place she had.

They cooked together, enjoyed dinner until Oliver’s belly looked like a balloon.

When the night stretched long enough, Evelyn finally managed to excuse herself.

And,

By the time her car reached the basement parking of their apartment, the place was eerily quiet.

Only four or five cars dotted the lot; none she recognized. She didn’t even need to guess; she knew those cars belonged to Axel’s men.

She still remembers that he told her earlier that some of his people were moving in, and apparently, “some” meant “half the damn

building.”

Out of ten apartments, only three had permanent families, including hers. The rest were tourist rentals.

But now?

Axel had basically turned the place into his personal fortress.

Was she supposed to feel safe? Or just overwhelmed? Right now, she was leaning more toward feeling overwhelmed.

After parking her car and turning to Oliver, she was speechless. Her son looked unconscious, with his small chest rising and falling

calmly.

“Gosh, little man, did you use up all your energy charming Granny?” she muttered, unbuckling her seat belt and stepping out.

She feels amused at how adorable her son was even in his sleep.

Her hands slid under him just as the low rumble of another car echoed through the basement.

The sound bounced off the cement walls until sleek headlights cut across her.

Evelyn froze. It was his car, Axel’s car. She remembered seeing him use that car this morning.

‘Oh no, she whispered. ‘Why did he come? Did he say he will only return tomorrow?‘

The car rolled to a stop right behind hers, and the door swung open.

Seconds later, Axel Knight exited the car.

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Her heartbeat races.

This morning, he is wearing a black shirt. Now, he has on a tailored black suit. His tie is loosened just enough to appear annoyingly

handsome. He looks like he’s exuding late–night confidence, as if he just stepped out of a boardroom after scaling a multi–billion–dollar

deal.

Evelyn’s first thought was, ‘God help me, he looks like temptation wrapped in Armani.

And her second thought was, ‘Damn it! I’m doomed…I won’t have a peaceful night now!

Axel shut the car door with one fluid motion and strode toward her. By the time he stopped in front of her, she had already forgotten

how to breathe. She only blinks at him.

“Let me carry him,” he said, soft but commanding, not asking but declaring.

And before she could muster a protest, he had Oliver cradled in his arms as if the boy weighed nothing.

Evelyn stood frozen, staring up at him as if her brain tried to restart.

He glanced at her, one brow slightly arched.

“What are you waiting for? Do you want me to carry you, too?”

His words snapped her out of her own thoughts.

“No!” she answered, then hurriedly grabbed her bag, phone, and sanity. She locked the car with shaky fingers and hurried after him

toward the elevator.

Liam, Axel’s shadow bodyguard, was already there, holding the elevator just in time.

She tried not to roll her eyes at how Axel really lived as if the world bent to his convenience.

“Thank you, Liam…” Evelyn said softly before the elevator doors slid shut.

Silence pressed in again, and with only the three of them inside, the air felt heavier than it should have.

Evelyn shifted her weight, wishing the elevator would move faster.

Then Axel’s voice echoed, breaking the awkward silence. “You don’t need to thank them. It’s their duty to serve me… and to serve you

and Oliver.”

Evelyn blinked. She turned her head to look at his profile, but of course, his gaze never left the elevator doors. He seems to ignore her.

“Well,” she said at last, her tone low but sharper, “…we still need to teach Oliver to be polite to other people. It matters how he grows up,

Axel.”

For a heartbeat, Axel said nothing. Then he finally turned his head, giving her the briefest of glances.

“But he’s asleep now. There’s no need to show your politeness just for show.” 1

Her jaw slightly dropped, then snapped shut.

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Just for show? Gosh, you win!‘ she screamed in her mind.

No point in arguing with him when he always had the last word. Too tired to spar. Evelyn turned her gaze away from him and glared at

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