The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 69

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Oliver was already in his pajamas when Axel walked into his room. The little boy’s face brightened instantly, and his small feet kicked excitedly against the blanket. 1

“Daddy! You’re here… I thought you were having dinner with mommy?” Oliver grinned from ear to ear, his dimples showing.

Axel’s chest softened at the greeting. He sat on the edge of the bed. “Of course I’m here. We’re done taking out dinner. Ready to sleep?”

“Yes,” Oliver nodded eagerly, tugging at his blanket. “But I’m not sleepy yet.”

Axel raised a brow, though a smile tugged at his lips. “Not sleepy? You’re supposed to be sleeping now, right?” He glanced at his watch; it’s almost eight.

“Mommy usually reads me a book before I sleep.”

“Read you a book?”

“Yes! This one!” Oliver jumped out of bed, opened the drawer next to it, and grabbed a colorful hardcover book with both hands, showing it to Axel.

Axel stared at the cover. The bright illustrations of talking animals were far from the market and financial reports and contracts he usually skimmed before bed.

Still, when Oliver climbed back onto the bed and placed the book in his lap, Axel had no choice but to accept.

“Alright, let’s see what this is about.”

His voice softened as he opened the book, adjusting his seat so Oliver could snuggle against him.

Oliver’s eyes grew wide. Axel cleared his throat, then began to read, his deep baritone transforming the silly words into something that somehow sounded important.

The story about a puppy who wanted to fly sounded ridiculous to him. Still, Oliver was hanging onto every word, giggling when Axel made the puppy’s voice.

Minutes passed, and Oliver’s excitement gradually faded, but he tried hard not to fall asleep. He wanted his father to read all the way to

the end.

What Axel didn’t notice was Evelyn standing at the door.

She had peeked in just long enough to witness the scene: Axel, a man feared in boardrooms, patiently reading a children’s book, his voice gentler than she had ever heard it.

The corner of her lips lifted at the sight.

But she didn’t step inside. She didn’t want to break the quiet bond forming between father and son.

Instead, she slipped away silently, her heart unexpectedly lighter as she returned to the master bedroom.

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Once inside, she began unpacking her suitcase. Piece by piece, she pulled out her clothes and moved toward the walk–in closet,

To her surprise, Axel’s clothes were already neatly arranged there. Perfectly folded and lined up, neatly.

Curious, she tilted her head. The entire rack looked… Expensive slim–fit shirt, suit, jacket, long coat. Row of trousers, jeans, and

single one of them in just three colors: black, white, and dark gray.

every

Evelyn blinked, then leaned closer, half in disbelief. Not even a navy blue? No soft beige? Not even a daring burgundy tie? Nothing. Just

monochrome perfection.

She covered her mouth with her hand to stop a laugh. “Unbelievable,” she whispered to herself.

Her fingers trailed over the neatly pressed shirts, the expensive fabrics cool beneath her skin. He really did live his life in shades of three

colors.

Somehow, it felt exactly like him: disciplined, controlled, sharp. And yet, she couldn’t help but imagine him in something brighter, just to

see if it would break that untouchable aura of his.

When she reached for the drawers, intending to make space for her own things, she froze.

Her eyes widened.

Underwear. Rows of them. Perfectly arranged like they, too, had undergone some kind of military training.

Her cheeks burned instantly, heat rushing up her neck. She slammed the drawer shut. Her heart raced in her chest, her face hot with

embarrassment.

“God, Evelyn… what are you doing peeking into his underwear?” she muttered under her breath, pressing a hand to her face.

She turned back to her suitcase quickly, focusing on arranging her own clothes before she could humiliate herself further with her

wandering curiosity.

Dresses, blouses, and a few casual outfits filled the empty spaces beside his dark wardrobe, her soft pastels and muted tones contrasting

sharply against his monochrome collection.

When she was done, she stepped back and exhaled.

For the first time, her clothes and his shared the same closet. The thought made her chest tighten strangely. She wasn’t sure if it felt

daunting or strangely intimate.

Shaking her head, Evelyn grabbed her toiletries and headed to the bathroom.

She turned the shower on, letting the steam rise and fog the glass. As the warm water cascaded down, she let her body relax, though her mind stubbornly refused to.

Images kept flashing: Azel’s deep voice reading a silly puppy story, his hand tucking Oliver’s blanket, his closet filled with severe shades of gray and black, and the drawer she should never have opened.

Evelyn closed her eyes under the warm shower.

“My goodness, Eve… Stop thinking about those things.” She whispers while running his hand through her wet hair.

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