The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 57

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“Wait. You do this on purpose, don’t you? So I’d be without any other option but to move out faster than planned. Am I right?

His response? A laughter.

And not just a chuckle, an actual, rich laugh that made the air around him shift. Evelyn froze. Her heart skipped, stuttered, then soared

as if it had grown wings.

This was the first time she had ever seen him laugh.

“You’re overthinking again, Evelyn.” He shook his head, still looking casual. Then, in that unshakable, matter–of–fact tone of his, he

continued, “Do you see a few people outside?” 2

She glanced toward the windows. Sure enough, she saw silhouettes lingering at the edges of the boardwalk, too stiff, too watchful,

definitely not tourists.

“They’re my people,” Axel explained smoothly. “No one will be able to take a picture of us. So, relax. No need to worry”

Evelyn feels a sense of relief.

But of course, he wasn’t finished.

His lips curved into that dangerous smirk, as if he was about to ruin her life with just one sentence.

“But, if you want us to keep sitting here for much longer, I can’t guarantee someone won’t break through my people.”

Her relief crumbled so fast.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath. She pushed back her chair and stood. “Axel, let’s go inside. Meet Aunty Martha first

before we head home.”

Inside, Evelyn’s mind was worried: half scolding herself for letting his laugh rattle her, half panicking that Aunty Martha would faint

when she realized Axel Knight was actually in her café.

Walking toward Martha’s house, Evelyn suddenly stopped, causing Axel, who was trailing her with his usual calm stride, to nearly collide

with her back.

His brows lifted in mild surprise.

“What’s with the sudden stop?” he asked, his deep voice steady, as if he already expected one of her lectures.

Evelyn inhaled deeply before turning to face him.

“Azel, listen to me carefully. Martha is like my own family. She’s like my flesh and blood family, even when we’re not. Moreover, Oliver loves her like his own grandmother. So… Please drop your stiff, cold, arrogant expression. Just this once. Don’t you dare scare her

For a man who rarely showed more than a smirk or a glare, Axel’s forehead creased with the faintest frown.

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“I see. Alright, I will treat her as you expect me to.” His tone was calm, but there was something like amusement flickering in his eyes.

“Any other special requests I need to know?”

Evelyn frowned, pretending to think, but really just stalling to keep her nerves from overwhelming her.

“No, that is all. We won’t be here long.. I will excuse us as quickly as possible…” She can’t finish her words when a delighted shout could

be heard from Martha’s house.

“Daddy! Daddy!” Oliver’s cute little voice rang from the doorway.

Evelyn’s gaze suddenly changed, and she became speechless. She hadn’t expected her son to sense Axel’s arrival so quickly.

“Hi, Buddy” Axel’s entire face softened when he saw Oliver. He stepped past Evelyn, bent down, and swept his son into his arms with ease. “How are you? Did you behave with Mommy while I was away?”

Oliver’s laugh rang out. It sounds adorable.

“Yay, I’m so happy Daddy’s back! Of course, I behaved. I always help Mommy. Don’t worry, Dad… I was guarding Mommy for you.” He said

proudly.

Evelyn felt her knees wobble as she listened to Oliver’s words. She worried he would expose her again about her longing for Axel.

Axel laughed, hearing his son’s words spill out of him, genuine and unrestrained.

But then, as quickly as it had come, Axel’s laughter faded when his gaze shifted to Martha.

Martha stood at the doorway, her expression calm but curious, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she were making sure her eyes didn’t

betray her whether Axel Knight was really standing in front of her house.

Axel adjusted Oliver in his arms and stepped forward, nodding politely.

“You must be Aunt Martha?” He asked.

Martha’s eyes widened at his politeness.

“Oh, Axel… yes, that’s me.” Martha’s lips curved into a smile, warmer now. She had expected arrogance, distance, maybe even disdain. Instead, here he was charming and respectful.

“Nice to meet you, Aunty Martha.” Axel extended his free hand for a handshake, holding Oliver effortlessly. His tone was steady but

polite, almost formal. “Thank you for taking care of Oliver and my wife for me.”

Evelyn was stunned when she heard him say, “My wife!” Her cheeks heated so fast she was certain Martha could see the flush spreading

across her skin now.

Her heart betrayed her, fluttering wildly as though it had been waiting years to hear those words.

Meanwhile, Axel continued speaking to Martha, his voice calm and respectful, quite different from how he usually talks to others.

Seeing this different side of Axel was enough to stir something in Evelyn’s heart.

However, she shook her head, trying to dismiss anything about Axel from her mind. 1

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