The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 50

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50 The Kiss

50 The Kiss

Axel leaned closer, his voice a low whisper meant only for her. 1

“It’s tradition, Evelyn. Why are you so shy? Unless…” his lips curved faintly, “you secretly like me. Is that why you’re hesitant?”

Evelyn’s eyes widened, “Excuse me? You are the one who said there’s no love in this marriage. No love, no kiss. End of story. That’s the

end of the tradition!”

Her words tumbled out faster than her heartbeat. She wanted to sound firm, but she could hear the slight tremor in her own voice. Wonderful. Exactly what she needed, the mighty, unreadable Axel Knight, knowing she was nervous.

But Axel didn’t snap back. He didn’t roll his eyes. Instead, his gaze flickered briefly toward Oliver–sitting on a chair, happily munching on cake like he was at the best show in town–before returning to her.

When Axel spoke again, his tone softened, low enough that only Evelyn could hear him in the midst of the continuous clicking of

cameras.

“Evelyn, relax. It’s just a kiss. Nothing more. I promise I won’t cross the line. I respect your choice… to wait until our hearts are ready.”

Her heart tightened.

Wait. Did he really just say that? Axel Knight, the ruthless CEO, is promising restraint and respect? That was not in the rulebook for a

powerful man like him to behave. And that was definitely not in line with the terrifying reputation she’d heard about him.

Her cheeks burned. It felt hot enough to fry an egg. Great. Now she was blushing like some lovestruck teenager.

‘Pull yourself together, Eve… He’s only teasing. He’s always teasing.’

She realized that hesitating would only make her appear more embarrassed. Worse, Oliver was watching intently: her little boy, her

cupid, her number–one cheerleader, would be disappointed. Right?

So before Axel could say another infuriatingly calm word, she blurted, “Do it!”

Her voice rang louder than intended. For a heartbeat, everyone froze. Dylan’s camera clicked even faster. Liam coughed into his fist,

poorly hiding a smile. And Axel… Axel’s gaze flashed with something almost like surprise.

But then he moved.

Slowly, he leaned closer. Evelyn nervously holds her breath. She wanted to back away, but her feet were rooted, her hands trapped in his

firm grip. Her heart pounded so wildly she was sure even her son could hear it.

And then it happened.

His lips brushed against hers, soft, warm, unhurried. A kiss so gentle it stole her breath without demanding anything in return. Sweet. Simple. Enough to make her chest flutter like it had sprouted wings.

Evelyn froze, caught off guard by the kiss. This wasn’t the kiss of a man staking a claim or showing power. It was… tender. Respectful.

And that was precisely why her heart betrayed her.

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50 The Kiss

Why does it feel like this? Why does it feel… nice? Oh no…

But her body wasn’t listening. Her stomach twisted with nervous butterflies. Her fingers tingled where he still held her hand. And the

faint brush of his breath lingered against her lips long after he pulled away.

It was over in a heartbeat. Yet to her, it felt like time had stretched, warped, then snapped back all at once.

She feels her mind scream at her to think of something sarcastic, something witty, anything that could save her from the heat rising in

her cheeks. But all she could manage was… “…Oh.”

Before she could bury herself under the flower arch, Oliver clapped his small hands together with uncontainable delight.

“Yay! Daddy kissed Mommy!”

The rooftop erupted in sound. Dylan’s camera clicking like a machine gun, Liam failing to hide his grin, Oliver giggling proudly as if he’d

single–handedly orchestrated this entire scene.

Evelyn, meanwhile, stood frozen in her place, her lips tingling, her pulse refusing to calm down.

She turned, desperate to see Axel’s expression. But of course, the man was unreadable. Calm.

Her gaze narrowed. ‘How dare he kiss me like that and then look like he just signed another boring contract?‘

After the kiss, everything seemed to blur. They are moving to Axel’s house for the family lunch.

Evelyn expected something stiff and formal, perhaps an endless parade of dishes no one could pronounce.

Instead, the chef had prepared surprisingly warm food: fragrant rice, roasted chicken, fresh salad, roasted beef, a few side dishes she

instantly recognized, and even Oliver’s favorite soup. All the food she usually cooked.

‘How did Axel know about this? Oh my god… Did Axel bribe Oliver for the menu?‘ Either way, she had to admit Axel Knight knew how to

impress her without saying a word.

They were having their lunch together, though “together” was a strong word.

Axel ate with the same calmness he usually displayed.

Evelyn tried her best not to choke under the quiet weight of his presence.

And Oliver, he no longer plays the role of a cupid for them. He, of course, chatted nonstop, happily filling in any silence with stories

about toys, superheroes, and the cake he wanted for his next birthday.

By the afternoon, Oliver had gone home with Liam and Dylan, leaving Evelyn and Axel alone in the spacious living room.

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