The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 391: A Spy?

"Uncle Oscar," Evelyn repeated faintly.

Oliver nodded enthusiastically, crunching the chip. After swallowing it, he continued, "Uncle Oscar said ’Daddy needs to work so I can eat, and my horse can eat, and Mommy can buy nice things.’"

Evelyn closed her eyes for a brief second, already imagining the conversation she would eventually have with Oscar. She exhaled slowly, choosing peace.

"Well," she said, opening her eyes again, "Uncle Oscar talks too much."

Oliver giggled, clearly proud of his source.

Evelyn glanced at the tray.

"Alright, that’s the last snack you can eat. Or you won’t be able to eat your lunch."

Oliver stared at the remaining snacks as if saying goodbye to old friends. After a moment, he nodded solemnly. "Okay..."

He moved to the sofa and sat closer to her, resting his head against her arm. Evelyn wrapped an arm around him instinctively, pulling him close.

"Mommy?" he asked softly.

"Yes, sweetheart?" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Next time you’re exhausted," he said with a cute but serious mimic, "you should sleep on the bed. The sofa is not very comfortable. Daddy said so."

Evelyn kissed the top of his head, "I’ll remember that." She smiles warmly.

Oliver smiled too, content once more, his world safely in place; snacks, love, horses, ponies, and parents who always came back to him.

...

It was nearly dinnertime when Evelyn finally received the message she had been waiting for.

Axel had arrived.

The moment she read the words, her heart leapt. She rose from her seat and hurried toward the entrance, her steps quick and restless.

Ever since Axel told her he had found Aunty Martha’s son, Evelyn’s mind had not known peace. She prayed constantly, hoping Noah would soon be reunited with his mother. She knew too well the ache of longing, the quiet pain of waiting year after year with nothing but hope to cling to.

She reached the doorway just as a cold draft slipped inside.

"Madam, it’s freezing outside. Please wear this."

Jimmy’s voice came from behind her, and a long coat was draped carefully over her shoulders.

"Thank you, Jimmy," Evelyn said softly, accepting it without hesitation.

She had really been too eager and had forgotten her coat entirely. The night air was sharp, and she knew if Axel saw her standing outside unprotected, he would worry endlessly.

Once she was adequately covered and comfy, Jimmy opened the door.

Almost at the same time, a familiar car came to a stop not far from the entrance.

Within a fraction of a second, Axel stepped out of it.

Just as she expected, the moment he spotted her, he strode toward her in a flash, taking long strides.

Concern was written plainly across his face.

"Why are you coming outside?" he asked, his voice low but unmistakably worried.

Evelyn smiled faintly. "I did this every day... before the accident," she replied casually, as if it were nothing.

Axel stopped in front of her and immediately took her hands in his, enveloping them in his warmth.

His other hand rested against her coat, as though making sure she was truly protected.

"Alright," he said firmly, "let’s get inside. I don’t want my wife to catch a cold."

He guided her back in, his arm slipping around her waist as they headed toward their bedroom.

"I’m not that weak, Mr. Knight," Evelyn protested, though her tone lacked any real complaint.

"For me, at the moment, you are," he replied calmly, gently. "And I can’t bear to see my wife suffer. Again."

Her lips curved into a soft smile. Once inside, Evelyn removed her coat and immediately reached for him, helping him shrug out of his suit jacket.

She loosened his tie with familiar ease, her fingers practiced, intimate, and gentle.

As she worked, Axel suddenly spoke, his tone light. "My wife, I hear you fell asleep on the sofa. Did you forget the way to our bed or..."

He paused when her eyes widened in surprise, then let out a quiet laugh.

Evelyn gave a slight laugh and continued unbuttoning his shirt.

"So," she said slowly, "we have a spy in this house? How could you know such things?"

"I’m not saying anything," Axel replied quickly, raising both hands as if he were surrendering.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "So the traitor is Jimmy? Well, I can’t complain... He is loyal to you."

"No," Axel answered hurriedly.

Evelyn looked up to meet his eyes, surprised by his answer.

"No way," Evelyn muttered, finally freeing the last button. His sturdy chest was revealed, but for once, she didn’t spare it more than a glance.

Her gaze sharpened. "It was Oliver?" she asked.

Axel couldn’t help laughing. He pulled her closer, one hand resting securely at her waist, their bodies pressed together.

She looked up at him, waiting.

"Hm... it was him," Axel admitted. "Well, this afternoon, I called Jimmy. Oliver happened to be there. Our son is very... informative. He even said you now like the cheese puff and asked me to buy it for you."

Evelyn can’t hold back her laughter. Imagine how her little son talks to Axel and gossips about her.

"That little traitor. I already told him not to tell you about it..."

"Hahaha, our little boss just likes to talk," Axel said, pinching her cheek playfully.

After the laughter faded, her expression slowly grew serious.

"Axel," she said softly, her fingers curling against his shirt, "tell me about Aunty Martha’s son. How did you find him? Where is he now? When will the DNA results come out?"

Axel chuckled, tightening his hold on her just a little. "Can I take a shower first?" he asked teasingly. "We can talk about it after that."

She blinked, then sighed. "Ah... you’re right. Go, go..." She gently pushed him toward the bathroom. "But don’t make me wait longer."

"Sure, dear..." He leaned in closer to steal a kiss before heading to the bathroom.

As he disappeared behind the bathroom door, Evelyn exhaled slowly, her heart still racing with excitement and worry, waiting for Axel.

However, Evelyn has to wait a bit longer because Oliver arrives to announce dinner right as Axel finishes.