The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 68

68 He is My Best Friend

68 He is My Best Friend

Oliver nods at his father’s warning, then takes the fork and stabs a slice of meat, taking his time to eat it after it cools down. 1

Everyone waited. Curious. Nervously.

Evelyn crossed her arms, Liam looked nervous, and Axel stood tall, bracing for judgment.

Oliver chewed. His little face scrunched. Then, suddenly, he grinned. “Oh, Daddy… It’s yummy. I like it…” 1

Axel exhaled in relief, as if he had just won a billion–dollar tender.

Evelyn blinked, clearly surprised. She suspected the steak was too salty.

“Really?” She asked.

Oliver nodded enthusiastically. “Daddy’s steak is the best! Better than the chefs!”

Liam’s jaw dropped.

Evelyn shook her head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

Axel smirked triumphantly, leaning back with his arms crossed. “Of course it is. I told you. I can cook.” He glanced at Evelyn.

Liam leaned toward Evelyn, whispering, “Should we tell him Oliver just likes anything his dad makes?” 2

Evelyn smirked. “Let him have his victory.”

Oliver reached for another bite, his mouth full as he declared, “Daddy, you’re the best chef ever!”

Axel’s smile widened, and pride flashed through his gaze. He can’t believe how happy he is now that he can impress his three–year–old.

This feeling was worth more than any business deal. 1

Then Axel turned his gaze toward Evelyn and asked, “Do you want me to make one for you, too?”

Evelyn shook her head with a small smile. “No need. You have to rest, Axel. I’ll cook now. Do you want dinner?”

He nodded immediately without a second thought. “Yes, please.”

“How about you, Liam? Want dinner with us?” Evelyn asked.

“No, lady boss. I will excuse myself now.” Liam shook his head, then glanced at Axel. “Boss, I’ll return to my place. Goodnight, young

master.” He winked at Oliver before walking quickly toward the door. He didn’t want to spoil his boss’s moment with his family.

Oliver, too busy stuffing his mouth with another bite of steak, could only nod and give a little wave with his fork.

Evelyn chuckled softly before turning her attention to the kitchen. She worked fast, her hands moving with practiced ease.

A Caesar salad for herself, a steaming plate of aglio olio spaghetti for Axel, and another sirloin steak for him, because she knew men like

him ate like wolves.

Within twenty minutes, the food was plated and ready.

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Oliver padded back to his bedroom after finishing his first steak, leaving the two adults at the dining table.

They sat across from each other in the warm light, an odd sense of awkwardness settling between them.

For a while, only the sound of clinking cutlery filled the air. Axel cut into his steak with precision, finishing it almost too quickly, while

Evelyn savored each bite of her salad.

“About Oscar,” Axel suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet. His voice was calm, but there was a faint edge to it. “I might have been rude,

talking to him without your permission.”

Evelyn blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to bring up that topic so soon.

She already knew the whole story from Oscar’s side: Oliver had answered first, and Axel had stepped in afterward. If anything, it was

Oscar’s fault for being his usual self: loud, dramatic, and utterly shameless.

She could easily imagine Axel’s irritation. Oscar talked without punctuation, cursed every third word, and had the annoying ability to

turn every conversation into chaos.

“It’s fine. I understand what happened earlier,” she replied casually, stabbing her fork into a lettuce.

She thought that would end the discussion when she saw Axel pushing aside his empty plate. But his following words nearly made her

choke.

“Why did you put a love emoticon after his name? Is he your ex–boyfriend?” He asked casually. 1

Evelyn froze. Her fork clattered against the plate as she looked at him. She could see his gaze was sharp, filled with something beyond

anger, something complicated that she couldn’t describe in words.

“No,” she said quickly. “Of course, he’s not my ex. He’s… my best friend.”

She had no intention of telling Axel the whole story, explaining that Oscar was a notorious hacker who had practically saved her life.

Without Oscar, she wouldn’t have survived these last few years. He had given her a way to earn money under an alias, helping her rise as

one of the most sought–after data analysts in the country. Certainly unusual data.

Her clients included politicians, business magnates, and influential figures. But she had always drawn a hard line: never the Walters

Group, never Apex Holdings, Axel’s company.

Her chest loosened slightly when she noticed Axel’s expression soften. The suspicion in his eyes faded, replaced with his usual calm

mask. She feels relieved.

However, just as she began stacking her plate to clean the table, Axel asked again, “What about my name? What did you save it as?”

Evelyn almost burst out laughing, Jealous. He was actually jealous.

“Axel Knight… Why do you ask? Would you like me to add an emoticon to your name as well? Which one? A heart? A crown? Or maybe a

grumpy face?” She asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood. 1

But his expression remained cold, and her playful mood vanished instantly. She let out a heavy sigh, muttering under her breath, ‘Great. I

killed his mood again.‘

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“Axel, go wash up first and rest. You look tired. I’ll clean the kitchen,” she said firmly, trying to distract him.

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