The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 45

45 You Look Pretty

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“Mommy… are you awake? Can I come in?”

Evelyn stirred, Oliver’s soft voice echoing faintly through the door. Her eyes snapped open, narrowing on the shut door with a frown.

That was odd. Her son rarely came knocking this early unless she’d overslept, but that wasn’t the reason now, because it wasn’t even

seven. Or worse, something had happened, like he was hurt..

Heart racing, she yanked the blanket off and stumbled to her feet.

“Baby, are you alright…” She suddenly fell silent, leaving a tense pause in the air.

Because standing in the doorway wasn’t Oliver. It was Axel Knight.

Evelyn blinked once. Twice. Three times, just in case her sleep–addled brain was playing cruel tricks on her.

But nope!

The six–foot–something wearing a slim–fit white shirt was very real, very smug, and very much not her three–year–old.

“Good morning, Evelyn,” he said, his voice gentle. “You look pretty.”

Her brain stalled.

‘P–Pretty?‘

She froze like a deer caught in headlights, then, horrified as he realized something.

‘Oh, no…‘

She was still wearing her crumpled nightgown. Her hair? Her swollen eyes? So many things are now dancing in her mind.

Forget ‘pretty, she looked like the worst version of herself ever,

And why him? Why Axel Knight, who witnessed that?

Without saying another word, Evelyn spun around, slammed the door in Axel’s ridiculously handsome face, and yelled through it, “I’ll be

back!”

She bolted to the bathroom.

Inside, she leaned against the sink, panting like she’d just run a half–marathon.

“Good morning, Evelyn, you look pretty,” she muttered in a deep mockery of his voice, glaring at her own reflection. “Oh sure, say that

while I look like this…”

Grabbing a brush, she attacked her hair, wincing at every knot. Her pulse still raced, not just from embarrassment, but from him.

‘Why was Axel even here this early? How did Oliver open the door for him? Wait… Why didn’t I hear any doorbell?‘

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She splashed cold water on her face to try to quiet all those questions now swirling in her mind.

This was supposed to be just another morning to her. Well, not just another morning since she was expected to sign her marriage

certificate with Axel Knight.

But still, she plans to start her day, usually, serving breakfast for her son before meeting him.

Evelyn slapped her cheeks again, then forced herself to breathe and clean herself up. She needed to pull it together before facing him

again.

Didn’t take long,

Evelyn finally emerged from her room, hair brushed, face washed, and in proper home clothes that at least didn’t scream ‘zombie

apocalypse survivor‘

She expected Axel to be gone by now, or at the very least still lurking near the door like an unwanted shadow. Instead, she froze.

There he was, standing at the kitchen island, sleeves rolled up, calmly setting down plates like he actually lived in this place and she was

the guest.

And not just any plates, there were eggs, toast, fresh fruit, even a steaming cup of latte that smelled heavenly.

Her eyes darted immediately to the door, expecting Dylan or the chef to be nearby. But the hallway was empty. Oliver wasn’t there

either, just Axel.

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For a brief moment, she gasped before moving closer to him.

“Axel, seriously, why are you here? And why on earth did you bother preparing this?”

He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pulled out a chair and offered her a composed gaze.

“Have a seat, Evelyn. We need to eat before we begin the day.”

She blinked at him. Was this real life? Was she still dreaming?

‘Maybe I already died and I’m trapped in some bizarre alternate universe where these dangerously handsome billionaires play house in

my kitchen!?‘ She wonders. 1

Still, she moved toward him and sat down, mostly because her legs were betraying her.

Her eyes never left him, suspicion written all over her face. Before she expressed her thought, “Axel, listen… I would never want your

time wasted cooking in the morning just for me… For us…

“Wasting my time?” He leaned against the island, casual as ever. “Not at all. And you remember we will sign our wedding certificate today,

right?”

“Yes, I remember…” She said while frowning.

“I want you to start your morning with a clear mind and body. That’s why I’m making sure you get enough rest and stay out of the

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kitchen, Evelyn.” When she gasped in surprise, Axel continued, “You’re welcome…” and he smiled.

Evelyn was completely speechless, but eventually, she managed to say, “Thank you for your kindness, Axel. But seriously, you don’t have

to cook for me. How could I let you do that?”

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