The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 149

149 Meeting the Knight Family (4)

Eleanor fixed him with a long, sharp glance—the kind of look only grandmothers perfect after years of practice and experience.

“That’s my responsibility, dear,” she said firmly, her eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and authority. “And just so you know, you’re already spoiled enough to last three lifetimes.”

Andrew chuckled quietly, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

“Your grandma’s absolutely right, Axel. We’ve pampered you far more than necessary. It’s about time someone else got some attention.”

He turned a warm smile toward Evelyn before continuing, “Now, Eve, it’s your turn to be showered with love.”

Evelyn let out a soft laugh, glancing at Axel just in time to catch him raising his hands in playful surrender, his grin stretching wide across his face.

Yet beneath his teasing exterior, there was a gentleness that caught her completely off guard—a tenderness that softened the edges of his usual sharp demeanor.

She noticed it in the quiet way he served food to his grandparents first, carefully making sure Eleanor received the tenderest part of the roast. At the same time, he reminded Evelyn to take her evening medicine with a gentle tone, never a trace of impatience in his voice.

And whenever his grandparents sided with her instead of him, he’d put on a mock pout, but his eyes sparkled with a quiet affection that made her heart flutter.

Seeing Axel like this—calm, considerate, almost boyishly kind—stirred something deep inside Evelyn. Despite all his rough edges, warmth was buried within him, and tonight, it shone through unmistakably.

The evening unfolded with laughter and stories that flowed effortlessly around the table.

Eleanor and Andrew took turns revealing tales of Axel’s mischievous youth: how he once climbed the barn’s roof just to prove a point, or how he accidentally set off fireworks inside the house.

And, of course, the legendary “frog experiment” came up again, prompting bursts of laughter.

By the time dessert arrived, Evelyn’s cheeks ached from smiling so much.

The tension she’d carried since their arrival had completely dissolved. She’d been so anxious about meeting them, worried about being judged or measured, but instead, they welcomed her like family.

Just as she was beginning to truly relax, Axel decided to drop a surprising revelation.

He looked calmly at his grandparents and said, “There’s something else I want to share… something important.”

Eleanor and Andrew both looked up, their expressions curious and expectant.

Axel’s smile was faint but steady. “Evelyn and I… we have a son.”

A stunned silence settled over the dining room.

Eleanor gasped, then managed, “Oh my goodness… You two already have a son?”

Her voice was filled with disbelief, but her eyes softened immediately. She reached out and gently clasped Evelyn’s hand, her smile widening into something warm and genuine.

Andrew, on the other hand, looked as if he’d just been told the stock market had crashed and their company’s shares had hit an all-time low. The shock was plain on his face.

“Wait, wait,” Andrew stammered, still trying to process the news. “I’m still reeling from the fact you married Evelyn, and now you tell me you have a child—and you managed to keep it a secret from us?”

Axel’s smile deepened, his tone light and casual, as though he were simply commenting on the weather. “That’s right. His name is Oliver Taylor Knight.”

The grandparents exchanged stunned glances.

Eleanor’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she burst into a breathy laugh. “Ha-ha-ha… Oh heavens above. A great-grandchild! Andrew, did you hear that? We’re great-grandparents!”

“I heard,” Andrew replied dryly, a hint of disbelief still lingering. “Just making sure I’m not hallucinating.” He chuckled, then asked, “How old did you say he is?”

“Oliver will be four in a few days,” Axel answered.

Eleanor gasped again, her hand flying to her chest. “Four years old? You mean… your son with Evelyn?”

Axel’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Yes, Grandma. My biological son, with Evelyn. I know you have questions, and I promise to tell you the whole story someday.”

Andrew frowned slightly before asking, “Not even your parents?”

“Yes,” Axel confirmed firmly.

“We promise we won’t say a word,” Andrew assured him before they parted ways.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth.

Evelyn took a deep breath, her smile soft and contented.

“That went better than I ever expected,” she said, still a little breathless from the evening’s events. “I really like them, Axel. They’re so kind.”

Axel nodded, his hand resting protectively on the small of her back as they walked toward the car.

“They already adore you.”

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Even after the frog story?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Especially after that. You laughed instead of running away—that impressed Grandma more than you know.”

Evelyn laughed softly. “You should’ve warned me your family’s sense of humor is deadly.”

“I wanted to see if you’d survive,” he teased with a grin. “And you did great.”

They were just a few steps away from their car when a sudden roar shattered the peaceful night.

The low growl of an engine cut through the stillness.

Headlights sliced across the driveway as a sleek black sports car pulled sharply into the front yard, its tires crunching loudly against the gravel.

In an instant, Axel’s posture stiffened, alert and tense.