The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208: Her Name is Evelyn Knight!

For a horrifying second, no one could tell what had happened.

The sound of the gunshot still echoed faintly in the living room.

Evelyn blinked several times, her breath catching in her throat.

The world seemed to slow down.

She looked down at herself, unexpectedly calm, half-expecting to see crimson spreading across her clothes, readying for pain blooming somewhere around her chest or stomach.

But there was nothing.

She was standing, completely unharmed.

Her gaze returned to her father. The gun had fallen from his trembling hands. And she spots blood on him.

William Walters’s face twisted in disbelief, his bloodshot eyes wide as he looked down at the spreading stain across his abdomen.

His body swayed like a falling tree before collapsing to his knees, the gun clattering beside him.

Then, the silence returned... heavy and suffocating.

Evelyn’s heart pounded wildly in her chest.

Slowly, she turned toward the direction the shot had come from.

Her eyes widened.

Standing at the doorway, half-shrouded in the light, was Axel Knight, her husband.

He held a gun in one steady hand, his posture composed, his eyes sharp and deadly. Those cold, dark eyes never left William’s fallen figure.

"Axel..." Evelyn whispered, her voice firm but slightly trembling.

All the emotions that had been tearing her apart... fear, anger, heartbreak, slowly melted away at the sight of him.

The ice that had frozen her veins melted instantly.

He had come for her.

He always did.

Axel walked toward her with deliberate calmness, his expression unreadable.

However,

As he reached her side, his gaze softened, the edge of violence fading into quiet concern.

Without a word, he slid an arm around her waist, drawing her close.

His presence alone was enough to make her breathing steady again.

Evelyn looked up at him, tears blurring her vision. Her lips parted, her voice shaky. "You... shoot..."

Her words wavered upon seeing his faint smile, offering a gentle reassurance that conflicted with the fierce anger lingering in his eyes.

Axel cupped her cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing lightly across her skin.

His voice, when it came, was low, firm, and terrifyingly calm. "He pointed a gun at my wife." That was all he said. It was all he needed to say.

Evelyn’s lips curved into a trembling smile. Her tears spilled freely now, warm and unstoppable.

"I didn’t blame you," she whispered hoarsely. "I’m happy you did that."

A quiet sound came from Axel’s throat, half a sigh, half a chuckle.

His eyes softened completely for a brief moment, and that small, genuine smile made her heart loosen.

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