The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 151

The tension that had filled the car gradually began to dissolve, replaced by a comforting warmth that mirrored the laughter and joy from their earlier dinner. The atmosphere softened as they reminisced about the meal, praising Eleanor’s unforgettable cooking and chuckling over Andrew’s relentless teasing of Axel’s childhood frog experiments.

Axel tried to brush off the teasing, denying the story with a hint of embarrassment, but Evelyn was relentless, refusing to let him off the hook so easily.

“I still can’t believe you actually tortured frogs,” she said, her tone playful but teasing.

“I was just a curious six-year-old, that’s all,” Axel defended himself, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Evelyn laughed softly, shaking her head. “Still…” she trailed off, amusement sparkling in her eyes.

“Oh, wait until I meet your grandparents,” Axel teased back with a mischievous grin. “I’ll ask them to spill all your secrets.”

The laughter in Evelyn’s eyes dimmed for a moment, replaced by a flicker of caution. “Okay, okay, I promise I won’t bring up the frog incident again,” she said quickly, realizing that some stories were better left untouched—not now, and perhaps not ever. She knew all too well that dredging up childhood mischief could easily backfire on her, especially since she had her own share of shameless tales.

By the time they arrived home, the mood had completely shifted to one of ease and comfort. The house welcomed them with its warm, golden glow spilling through the windows, a stark contrast to the chilly night outside. Axel parked the car and stepped out first, moving around to open Evelyn’s door with a gentle, familiar care.

“Home at last,” he murmured softly, his voice carrying a tenderness that made Evelyn’s heart flutter.

She smiled, taking his hand as she stepped out. Glancing at her watch, she was surprised to see it was already ten o’clock.

“I should check on Oliver,” she said quietly.

Axel nodded slightly and handed the car key to Jimmy. Together, they walked inside, the soft quiet of the house wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

Evelyn turned, expecting Axel to follow her upstairs to the bedroom, but he paused, holding her hand just a moment longer.

“I’m going to my home office for a bit,” he said in a low voice. “There’s something I need to take care of.”

“Work?” she asked, a hint of curiosity mixed with concern.

“Something like that,” he replied, offering a small smile.

Evelyn didn’t press further. Instead, she returned his smile with a faint one of her own. “Alright. Don’t stay up too late. Want me to bring you some coffee?”

“No, I’m good. I don’t plan on pulling an all-nighter,” he assured her.

“Okay. I’ll check on Oliver upstairs. Call me when you’re done—I’ll be in my office too.”

He leaned down, brushing a quick but tender kiss against her lips, a touch that lingered just a moment longer than necessary. Then, with a soft sigh, he stepped back and made his way down the corridor to his office.

Evelyn stood still for a moment, watching his retreating figure disappear behind the door. She could still feel the subtle tension clinging to him, something unresolved from his earlier encounter with his cousin. Yet, she trusted him enough not to pry… or at least, she tried to.

Shaking her head to dispel the lingering worry, she turned and headed to her bedroom. After freshening up and slipping into comfortable pajamas, she went upstairs to check on Oliver. The sight of her little boy, peacefully asleep, softened her heart completely. His tiny hand rested gently against his cheek, his chest rising and falling in a steady, soothing rhythm.

Leaning down, Evelyn brushed a soft kiss on his forehead and whispered, “Sweet dreams, baby.”

As she switched off the light, her thoughts drifted back to Axel. She recalled how his expression had darkened the instant they arrived, and how quickly he had masked whatever he was feeling. There was something heavier about that meeting with his cousin than he was willing to share.

“People change,” Axel replied evenly, his gaze steady.

“Oh, I’m sure they do,” Max said, narrowing his eyes like a curious cat. “But now I’m dying to know—who’s the lucky woman?”

“You don’t need to know her name,” Axel said firmly, maintaining his calm demeanor.

Max raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “Come on, don’t be shy, bro. Is she from one of our business partners’ families? A model? Or maybe someone… forbidden? Can I at least meet her? My sister-in-law?”

Axel stepped closer, closing the distance between them. The air seemed to chill as his voice dropped low.

“Listen carefully, Max. You will not look for her. You will not speak her name. You will not ask anyone about her. If I hear even a whisper that you tried—”

“You’ll what?” Max interrupted, his tone mocking, though his smile faltered slightly.

Axel leaned in until their eyes locked. “You’ll regret it.”

The warning hung cold and certain between them.

Max didn’t laugh this time. His smirk wavered before he quickly masked it. “Touchy topic, huh? Fine. I was just curious. Don’t take it personally, brother.”

Axel said nothing, simply giving Max’s shoulder a firm pat that made him take a half step back. Then Axel turned toward his car.

As he reached for the door, he glanced back once more at Max, who stood illuminated by the headlights, smiling like a man who’d just stumbled upon something far too intriguing to ignore.