The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Is She Pregnant?

Slowly, Axel turned to look at her.

"Did you ask them to put all of this here?"

Evelyn pressed her lips together, trying not to look guilty.

"Yes. I was craving those foods. So I asked Laura to put them here for convenience."

Axel closed the fridge halfway, took a deep breath, then reopened it as if hoping he had hallucinated the frozen junk mountain.

Nope. Still there.

He turned to her with a gentle smile and said, "There’s no need to worry about asking our kitchen staff to cook for you. You don’t have to keep this kind of food around... It’s not good for you, my love."

She slightly shrugs. "Axel, those aren’t unhealthy. They come from a well-known brand and are also my comfort food. Plus, I like having easy access to them."

He tried to appear unimpressed, but of course, he couldn’t help but notice her innocent expression.

A small laugh escaped him. "What do you want to eat now?"

Evelyn silently sighs. She doesn’t want to eat right now, fearing she might gain weight tomorrow. Yet, she isn’t sure why; she feels intensely hungry, as if she hasn’t yet eaten her dinner.

"Do not worry," he added, raising a hand, "I will not cook anything difficult. I value this clean kitchen too much. I will only use the microwave."

She laughed softly. "I was afraid you would lecture me about unhealthy food. Again."

"I would never lecture my hungry wife at eleven at night." His lips twitched. "Tomorrow, maybe."

"Good. In that case, pizza."

Axel nodded with exaggerated seriousness. "Pizza it is. Tonight, we will eat Italian food..." He reached into the freezer and pulled out a large box. "Chef Axel will serve you in a moment."

Evelyn chuckled, leaning her elbows on the counter as she watched him remove the plastic wrap with surprising confidence.

Then he put the pizza in the microwave, pressed a few buttons, and stepped back, looking like a man performing a sacred duty.

"You know," he said, crossing his arms. At the same time, the microwave hummed, "For someone who eats so elegantly outside, you have very chaotic cravings inside the house."

"And?" she asked, raising a brow.

"And I find it adorable."

The microwave beeped. Axel retrieved the pizza, sliced it neatly, and placed it in front of her.

"One gourmet instant pizza. For my starving wife."

Evelyn grinned at him, warmth spreading across her chest. "Thank you, Axel."

He placed a glass of sparkling water before her before kissing her forehead. "Eat, then sleep. Nothing will disturb you tonight."

Axel sat beside her, tilting his head just enough to watch her eat as if she were the most fascinating thing in the world.

He rested his cheek on his palm, his expression both curious and amused.

"Eve..."

She hummed softly, glancing briefly at him before returning to her pizza.

"Eat slowly. I will not steal your pizza." He teases her.

Evelyn paused mid-bite, blinking at him.

"Axel, you can eat. I cannot finish all this." She pushed the plate toward him. Three slices were still untouched, even though she had eaten half of them like a starving wolf.

But Axel shook his head. "No. It is all for you." He gently slid the plate back in front of her.

When Axel glanced at her, he found her head resting perfectly against his shoulder, her breathing slow and steady. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyelashes resting softly against her cheeks.

A smile softened his entire expression.

"Eve, you look so adorable today," he whispered.

Carefully, he lifted her into his arms. Evelyn murmured something that sounded like "pizza..." before snuggling into his chest. Axel chuckled, walking toward the bed.

After laying her down, he gently covered her with the blanket.

For a moment, he remained seated beside her, studying the peaceful rise and fall of her breathing.

But even as he admired her, a thought bothered him.

’Why was she eating so much lately? Why did she tire so easily? The change was sudden. Subtle. But noticeable.’

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

’Are you alright?’ he whispered, even though she could not hear him. ’Should I call the doctor tomorrow...?’

He considered it. He really did. But he did not want to wake her tonight. She looked too peaceful, too soft, too vulnerable.

So he stayed there, watching her with quiet affection, before finally gently lying down beside her.

As soon as he settled, Evelyn instinctively scooted closer, curling against him like she always did when she was half-asleep. Axel closed his eyes, placing his hand around her waist.

"Good night, sweetheart," he whispered into the darkness.

But before he could sleep, a sudden thought crossed his mind...

’Is she pregnant?’