The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 85

85 Oliver’s Cute Little Boy’s Logic

Meanwhile, Liam, who never really bought Evelyn’s excuse, reluctantly left her alone. 1

He had a gut feeling she was up to something behind his back, but once he got Oliver buckled into the car seat and slid behind the

wheel, his regret began to fade.

It was impossible to think about his worry when there was a cute and chubby three–year–old chatterbox in the back seat.

Oliver had a talent for asking the kind of questions that could make a grown man laugh out loud until his ribs hurt.

“Hey Uncle Liam, are you full?”

Liam shot him a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised.

“Of course I am. I eat more than you, young master. Why do you ask?”

Oliver nodded thoughtfully, eyes shining. “Because if you’re full, you should take a nap now… I always feel sleepy after eating.”

Liam chuckled, warmth flooding his chest at the boy’s sincerity.

“Thank you for your concern, young master, but I’m perfectly fine and fresh. I’m not sleepy even a bit.” He leaned back against the seat

with a grin. “If you’re tired, you can nap. No need to worry about the lady boss…Ehm, I mean your mother. She’ll be back before you

know it.”

Oliver’s little head shook stubbornly. “Nope. I’m not sleepy either.”

“Then you must still be hungry?”

“Nope. I’m full,” Oliver replied firmly, his gaze fixed on the restaurant’s front door. “I just want to wait for mom.”

Silence settled over the car.

Liam followed the boy’s gaze, his own eyes lingering on the restaurant entrance. Despite his calm exterior, he was as anxious as Oliver

for Evelyn to return.

Then Oliver’s small voice shattered the silence, charming yet surprisingly earnest.

“Uncle Liam… can you stop calling me Young Master?”

Liam blinked, caught off guard.

“Oh? Why can I call you young master?”

He checked the rear view mirror and saw Oliver sigh with a gravity far too old for his little body. His pouty face nearly made Liam choke back a laugh.

“Don’t be sad about the name, young master,” Liam teased lightly, unable to resist. “That is what you are now. If you’re moving to the

capital, you’ll likely hear it often. All your father’s men will call you that.”

“But I don’t like it. Just call me Oliver.” He let out another dramatic sigh, as if the weight of the entire world rested on his small shoulders.

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85 Oliver’s Cute Little Boy’s Logic

Liam’s lips curved into a smile.

“Alright. I’ll call you Oliver, but only when your parents aren’t around. Deal?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up again, his cheer returning like sunshine after rain.

Liam felt relieved until Oliver added something that nearly made him choke on his own spit.

“Uncle Liam, can you also stop calling my mom Lady Boss? Just call her Mommy. Or Mom. I already agreed to share my mommy with

you.”

The words were delivered with such calm authority that Liam felt a shiver crawl down his spine.

For a split second, it didn’t sound like little Oliver at all. It sounded like a miniature Axel Knight giving an order that could not be

disobeyed.

Liam’s blood ran cold.

His hands shot up as if to defend himself from some invisible executioner.

“No. Absolutely not. Oliver, your daddy will kill me! How could I call your mother ‘Mommy‘? That’s like asking myself a death wish!”

Oliver tilted his head, blinking at him with innocent confusion.

“Why? You’re always protecting her. You even argue with her sometimes, like me and Daddy do. And you care for me, too. So, you’re

like… second Daddy. Just call her Mommy.”

Liam’s soul almost fled as he digested Oliver’s words.

Second Daddy? He could already picture Axel’s face if those words ever reached him. His ghost would be found floating somewhere over

the city.

“Young Master… Oliver… please,” Liam begged, pressing a hand to his chest. His pleading eyes fix on him, “Do not say that again. Ever. If

your dad hears it, I won’t live to see tomorrow.”

But Oliver wasn’t letting go that easily. He crossed his tiny arms, adopting a regal air that was all too familiar. Axel Knight.

Liam silently swallowed. ‘Heaven, please tell me… that Axel’s soul really resides in this three–year–old boy?‘

“Uncle… You don’t have to be scared. Daddy won’t kill you. I’ll tell him… I said it first. And if I say it first, Daddy will listen.”

Liam’s jaw went slack.

This kid was negotiating like a mafia prince, and the scary part was that he might actually be right. Axel Knight, the cold and ruthless

boss, might actually soften for his son’s whim.

Still, Liam shook his head so hard.

“No. No, Oliver. Not happening. I value my life. I will call her Lady Boss until the day I die.”

Oliver narrowed his eyes and leaned forward in his seat like a tiny godfather making an offer.

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85 Oliver’s Cute Little Boy’s Logic

“You already call me Oliver. You promised. If you break your promise, I won’t forgive you”

Liam gripped the steering wheel tighter, sweat dotting his forehead. “Kid, you are way scarier than your father.”

Oliver smirked, a frighteningly familiar expression on his chubby face.

“Well done, Uncle Liam. That means you’ll listen.”

‘Well done? Why well done? Did I agree to call his mommy, Mom? No! I never said that. Liam wonders, trying to remember what he said

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