The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover - Chapter 46

46: You Took My Breath Away 46: You Took My Breath Away Axel’s gaze stayed fixed on hers, steady and calm.  “You mean I interrupted your beauty sleep?” Before she could explode, he added quickly, “I’m really sorry.

I promise I’ll remember next time.” Evelyn opened her mouth but then closed it again, completely speechless.  He continued to make her less angry, “Don’t worry, I didn’t disturb his sleep.

My chef cooked everything downstairs and just delivered it here.

And I know he is already awake…” Evelyn narrowed her gaze on him.

But, inwardly, she was torn between ignoring him and scolding him.  “Don’t be upset.

I hope you can take it a bit easier today.

This is your special day, after all!” It was amusing to watch Axel Knight try to ease her anger.

She wasn’t completely mad at him, but she didn’t like how he did something before consulting her first.  “Axel, you know what?

Only you would turn my apartment into a five-star hotel.” A corner of his lips curved again to form a smile when he saw her finally smile.  “You’re welcome, Evelyn.” Evelyn gently nods and offers a soft smile, yet she feels reluctant to speak another word to Axel.

Just as Evelyn wants to check on Oliver, his faint voice calls out from his bedroom door, “Mommy, Daddy…” Both Evelyn and Axel turned at once.  Axel’s face softened instantly, his sharp features melting into something warmer, almost boyish.

The way his eyes lit up, it wasn’t fair how easily he could shift from a terrifying billionaire to a doting father in a single heartbeat.

But Evelyn’s reaction was entirely the opposite.

Her eyes widened, and the fork in her hand dropped with a clatter onto her plate as Oliver toddled into view.

She blinked a few times.  Her three-year-old son wasn’t in his pajamas anymore.

He wasn’t even in his little dinosaur T-shirt.  But Oliver stood there in a miniature Axel Knight-tailored suit, tiny bow tie, and a white sneaker.

He looked like a little gentleman.

And worse?

He looked insanely gorgeous.

For a moment, Evelyn gasped.  Her brain seems to scream between:  ‘Aww…my little baby will break so many hearts in the future…’  Or,  ‘What in the world did Axel do this time?

Why did he buy Oliver this suit without telling me?’ Oliver walked right up to her, his little steps proud yet hesitant.

When his small hand slipped into hers, she finally snapped out of her daze.

“Mommy…” His sweet voice wobbled as he looked up at her.

“Why… Why are you not saying anything?

Do I look ugly in this…?” Evelyn was shocked.

Her baby’s big hazel eyes, shining one second ago, were dimming right in front of her.

He fidgeted with his suit as if he wanted to take it off.

Before Evelyn could get a word out, Oliver’s lips trembled with another worried word.

“Daddy, I told you… Mommy must not like me wearing this.

I don’t have this kind of…” “No.

No, sweetheart…!” Evelyn interrupted him quickly, her voice firm, desperate.

She cupped his soft cheeks between her palms and gently forced his gaze up to hers.  “But…

But why aren’t you saying anything, Mom?” His eyes stay fixed on her, making her heart tighten.  “Baby, I’m not quiet because I don’t like it.

I’m quiet because… I’m shocked.

You’re too handsome, Oliver.

You took my breath away.

For a moment, I feel like I’m mesmerized…” She genuinely answers.  “Really, mom?” “Really!

I thought I was dreaming.

For a second, I didn’t even recognize you.

You look so handsome like a prince…” The light returned to his eyes instantly, brighter than the sun.

His grin stretched ear to ear.

“Handsome?

Like Daddy?” And of course, Axel seized the opening.

He leaned forward.

“See, buddy?

I told you.

Mommy loves it.

You’re handsome.

Just like me.” Evelyn turned her head toward Axel and smiled, but there was a hint of a warning in her eyes, as if she was saying, ‘Mister, we’re going to have a nice chat later.

How could you plan this without telling me?’ Axel kindly recognized the warning signs and smiled in surrender before gently pulling out Oliver’s chair.  Without saying another word, he helped their son take off his suit and carried him to his seat.

Then he started cutting waffles for Oliver, as if he had been feeding toddlers his whole life.

Evelyn, meanwhile, sat there trying to collect the shreds of her sanity, between Oliver’s cuteness and Axel, who drives her insane enough to make her blood pressure hit dangerous levels.

Still, once her son began happily munching his breakfast, humming between bites, the tension in her chest eased.  The three of them settled into a surprisingly comfortable rhythm.  Axel concentrated on making sure Oliver ate without spilling half his plate or getting his shirt dirty.  Oliver chattered about how the mini suit made him feel like a charming prince.  Evelyn just kept sipping her latte, pretending she wasn’t secretly charmed by the whole scene.

When breakfast finally finished, Oliver hopped off his chair, then he clutched his suit as though afraid it might vanish.  Axel excused himself to tidy the plates, because apparently, he was full of surprises today.  Evelyn slipped away toward her room.

Her heart was racing again.

This time, not because of Oliver’s cuteness, but because of the day itself.

Today wasn’t just another morning.

Today, her life will change forever.

She glanced at herself in the mirror and was surprised to see her face slightly turn pale and nervous.  “Get a grip, Evelyn,” she muttered at her reflection.

A forced smile shaped her face as she said, “You’re not going to war.

You’re just… marrying Axel Knight.

No big deal.” Hearing her own words made her chuckle softly.  “Yeah, right.

No big deal.

Just the man who drives me insane almost daily happens to be absolutely gorgeous and so rich he could probably buy this whole town just for fun.

Totally casual…”  She turned her eyes to the bed.

Her mind was confused as she looked at the shopping bag Axel gave her last night.  “Should I?”  CREATORS’ THOUGHTS PurpleLight Please vote with Power Stones and Golden Tickets to help this book rise in the rankings!

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