The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 94

There he was. Axel Knight. Standing in front of the elevator like a scene from one of those overly dramatic Korean dramas, except this

was her real life.

Tall and broad–shouldered, he stood impossibly calm, hands casually tucked in his pockets and still dressed in the same white slim–fit

shirt.

His eyes, when they lifted to hers, were unreadable but steady. But her heart beat faster than usual.

“I’m sorry to make you wait,” she said quickly, walking up to him. Her voice sounded smaller than she expected.

“It’s fine,” he replied simply, the corners of his mouth curving just slightly, not quite a smile, but close. “Let’s go inside.”

He moved ahead of her, opened the door with a smooth motion, and then waited for her to step in first.

Gentle. Polite. Controlled. And for some unknown reason, that was what made her chest tighten most.

She stepped inside, trying to ignore how her pulse was beating wildly.

‘Axel, can you stop being nice to me?‘ She thought wildly. ‘I’m supposed to keep my cool here. I’m supposed to remember we only met again in less than a month. And yet here you are, holding doors open like some prince from a fairytale. If you keep this up, I really will fall

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She straightened her shoulders, forcing her expression neutral.

“I was just talking with Stella. She’s settled now,” she explained, even though Axel didn’t ask her anything.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Axel said, his voice even but softer than usual. His eyes flicked over her face, lingering for a second as if reading

every emotion she tried to hide.

Her heart continued to pound faster. That look. That damn look. She wanted to keep looking, but instead, she walked past him to enter

the house, pretending not to notice how his presence filled the hallway.

“Oliver already asleep?” Evelyn asked, keeping her tone casual as she slipped inside without looking at him.

“Hmm… He’s asleep,” Axel replied, his voice low and steady.

She noticed the living room lights were already off, leaving only the faint glow from the hallway.

Without stopping, she headed straight toward their bedroom.

Once the door clicked shut behind them, she finally turned.

“Axel, you should wash up first. I still need to do something in my office,” she said briskly.

Her mind was already racing. She had to contact Oscar, dig into the puzzle of Alicia Green, and figure out what game Lana Scott was playing.

Something about Lana didn’t sit right. How had she managed to twist herself from a harmless colleague into Stella’s personal tormentor?

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94 Eve, We Need To Talk

Evelyn was halfway to the door when Axel reached out. His hand closed gently around hers, stopping her mid–stride.

She froze, pulse tripping over itself, and turned to meet his gaze.

“Wait, Eve,” he said quietly, but firmly, “We need to talk.”

Evelyn blinked. She had forgotten that he had reminded her earlier.

“Ah… right. I almost forgot,” she admitted.

They ended up on the three–seat sofa, one at each end, as if they were about to engage in a negotiation.

Evelyn’s mind began to spin, chasing possibilities of what Axel wanted to bring up.

Maybe he wanted to ask her about Stella.

Or, perhaps he was about to dig into her complicated and tangled family again.

But then, a louder, scarier thought echoed in her head.

What if it’s about… us? About our romance, a line I was terrified of crossing but couldn’t resist tiptoeing closer to.’

Just thinking about it, Evelyn feels her stomach knot.

“Eve,” Axel began, his voice calm but heavy, “yesterday, there were two gossip reporters who recognized you at the café…”

Her head snapped up, eyes widening, lips parting with a sharp intake of breath. She was utterly surprised.

*A… g–gossip reporter?” The words spilled out, shaky despite her desperate try to sound unaffected.

“Yes.” He studied her closely before continuing his words, “And it seems they’re aware of your identity as Evelyn Walters. They followed

you halfway back to the apartment… and photographed you with Oliver.”

Evelyn’s hands clenched in her lap until her knuckles whitened. Heat rushed to her face, but her chest felt ice–cold.

‘No… not Oliver. Please, not him.’

She had thought she had buried her past under disguises–her hair darker, her face stripped of glamor, her wardrobe plain and

unremarkable. The glamorous heiress was gone, erased. Or so she had convinced herself.

But even after four long years, they still remembered her. Still hunted her like a scent trail that never faded.

“Axel.., are you sure?” she whispered, forcing herself to meet his eyes though her throat burned. “Are you absolutely sure they were

reporters? Did they… did they know we live here? How do you know all this?”

He leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees, steady as a mountain. “I’m sure. Liam and his men stop them. They took their cameras

and phones. So the photos won’t spread. At least for now.”

Her breath rushes, hearing his last words, ‘At least for now…

“But they didn’t silence them permanently,” Axel continued, observing her. Before continuing calmly, “They just made sure those people left town. What they’ll do next… we can’t predict.”

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94 Eve, We Need To Talk

Silence fell, thick and suffocating. Evelyn’s gaze dropped to her trembling hands. Her thoughts turn into chaos, dragging her deeper into

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