The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: They Already Think I’m Insane

"Axel, please put me down before your employees think their boss has lost his mind," Evelyn said, her voice small but urgent.

Her hands clung to his shoulders as he carried her effortlessly in a princess hold.

Axel tilted his head toward her, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"They already think I’m insane. Might as well prove them right."

Evelyn tried to hold back a laugh, but it escaped anyway. She hid her face in his shoulder, secretly feeling delighted.

"You’re shameless, Mr. Knight," she whispered, but her voice was just loud enough for him to hear.

"And you’re adorable when you blush," he teased.

She said nothing more, but her cheeks burned even redder.

By the time they reached the private elevator, her laughter had faded, replaced by the pounding of her heart.

Two guards stood by the elevator door, their expressions blank and professional.

Evelyn immediately tried to hide her face against Axel’s chest.

"Oh no," she muttered. "They’re pretending not to look, but I swear they’re laughing inside."

"Let them," Axel said calmly, his voice amused.

Inside the elevator, Axel finally set her down gently.

Evelyn leaned against the mirrored wall, exhaling the breath she’d been holding since they walked toward this elevator.

Through the mirror, she saw that her cheeks had turned bright red like a tomato.

Axel stops teasing her. But, he still held her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as if to make sure she wasn’t about to faint.

However, when his gaze drifted down to her feet, his jaw tensed.

Evelyn followed his stare.

"What?" she asked, blinking. "Why do you look mad?"

"Those shoes," Axel said flatly. "Don’t wear them again. They make you suffer."

"I agree," she sighed, glancing at the three-inch heels. "But I’m fine. My feet just hurt because I had to fight while wearing them earlier. So—"

She paused, noticing the sudden change in his expression. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened; he clearly didn’t like remembering what had happened earlier in her father’s house.

Evelyn quickly tried to lighten the mood. "Do you, by any chance, have slippers or something I can borrow in your office?"

Axel cleared his throat, forcing his features to relax.

"Hmm... I have. I’ll also ask someone to bring your comfortable shoes later."

"Thank you," she said softly, smiling.

Without a word, he slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.

Evelyn leaned into his warmth as the elevator climbed silently toward the seventieth floor.

When the doors opened, Evelyn was momentarily stunned.

The seventieth floor was nothing like she expected.

The hallway stretched wide and open, bathed in warm, golden light.

Polished black marble gleamed beneath their feet, reflecting the soft glow from recessed ceiling lights. The scent of cedarwood filled the air, subtle but expensive.

To her left, an indoor garden lined the glass wall, tall bamboo plants swaying slightly under a hidden air vent, giving a touch of tranquility.

To her right, a lounge area with deep leather sofas, glass coffee tables, and crystal vases of fresh orchids looked more like a five-star hotel lobby than an office.

There were no cubicles or visible desks, only sleek black doors with frosted glass nameplates.

The glass was one-way, meaning Axel and Evelyn couldn’t see them.

However, they could see everything happening outside from their side.

When Evelyn stepped inside, Dylan and Collins grinned knowingly. They had both met her before.

While Martin, on the other hand, froze mid-sip, his eyes bulging. The coffee cup in his hand wobbled dangerously.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered, almost dropping the cup. "That’s... Evelyn Walters?"

Dylan tried not to laugh. "Correction... Evelyn Knight."

Martin turned, utterly scandalized. "You two knew about this and didn’t tell me?"

Collins chuckled, pretending to look innocent. "Well, if you’d shown up to Young Master Oliver’s birthday, you would’ve found out."

"I had to run the New York Marathon!" Martin groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I’m one medal away from my Six-Star award. You can’t blame me for that!"

"Still," Dylan said, smirking, "you missed quite the event. You would’ve seen our boss there, playing the role of a loving husband and father."

Martin slumped into a chair. "I feel like the last person on Earth to find out."

"Don’t worry," Collins said, patting his shoulder. "Old Alchy, our CFO**, also didn’t come either. He was stuck in Europe at that seminar. You’re not alone in the dark."

"That actually makes me feel better," Martin admitted, chuckling weakly.

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Author Notes:

* COO = Chief Operating Officer

** CFO = Chief Financial Officer