The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: You Deserve the Best!

The moment they stepped into the car, Evelyn slumped back into her seat and let out a long exhale. "That was fast."

Liam glanced at her through the rearview mirror, politely trying to hide his smile.

Axel, seated beside her, loosened the cuff of his sleeve and shot her an amused look.

"You expected it to take longer?" He asked.

She nodded, lips forming a faint, almost nostalgic smile.

"Hmm... when I was pregnant with Oliver... I always had to wait every time I went for a checkup. Sometimes for hours. And it was troublesome because I had to drive all the way to Grayenfall just to meet the doctor."

The amusement in Axel’s face vanished. "And you were driving alone?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I took a taxi. But mostly I drove myself." She answered casually, still looking out the window.

She did not see how Axel’s entire expression changed.

Her words struck him deep, quiet, and sharp. A soft disappointment twisted inside him. He was not there. He was never there.

His wife had been pregnant, alone, commuting to another city for medical checkups, waiting in long lines, carrying their son in her belly without anyone by her side.

He swallowed hard.

The ache in his chest was ugly, and it grew heavier the more he thought about it.

Without a word, he reached for her hand and held it. Firm. Needing to feel her warmth.

Evelyn smiled faintly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside him. She squeezed his hand once, then leaned her temple against the window.

"And today everything was just... so smooth. No waiting, no crowds. Everything was done within minutes. It felt surreal. And happy."

Axel squeezed her hand gently. He wanted to apologize for the past. He tried to tell her he would not miss a single moment now. But the words tangled with the emotions he refused to show.

All he managed was a quiet, "You deserve the best."

Evelyn turned her head and smiled at him, soft and warm. "We both do."

She did not notice the way he looked away for a moment, swallowing down an ocean of regret.

For a moment, the car drifted into a calm silence. The autumn scenery outside glowed soft orange. The city was still waking, breath turning white in the early morning chill.

Inside the car, peace stretched gently between them.

Axel’s hand stayed tightly around hers. Evelyn let him hold her, enjoying the warmth. Until her stomach growled, slicing through the quiet.

She instantly froze.

Oh no.

Not now. Not in this silent, romantic moment.

She had eaten breakfast. Enough breakfast. But here she was again. Hungry like she carried a baby dragon who demanded snacks every five minutes.

Evelyn silently prayed Axel had not heard it, but Liam slightly lifted his shoulder as if trying not to chuckle.

Wonderful. Of course, he heard it.

She pressed her lips together, pretending nothing happened.

They would reach home soon anyway. She could survive the short ride.

She distracted herself by staring at her hands, convinced her stomach was lying to her.

"You can eat this."

Axel’s voice broke her thoughts.

"Hm. Do you want one? There is still one left," she teased, lifting the box slightly.

"No. You keep it. Maybe you will get hungry again."

She took the handkerchief with a shy chuckle. "Thank you, Axel. To be honest, I wasn’t even hungry. I just... well..." She shrugged.

"Then our cute little boss will be happy to get the last muffin," Axel replied with a tiny smirk.

"Oh, you are right." She grinned, imagining Oliver’s bright smile at receiving the snack.

"Though," Axel added, pretending to be thoughtful, "if he knows you ate everything except one, he might complain that his mother does not share food."

Her eyes widened. "He complains only when it is food he likes!"

"So in other words, always."

She nudged his shoulder. "You are so right..."

Axel chuckled.

Then Evelyn turned her gaze to look out the window.

For the next few minutes, the car filled with the comforting sound of jazz from the hidden speaker.

Axel kept his hand holding hers. Not moving. Not teasing. Just touching, as if needing reassurance, she was still there.

Evelyn felt warm. Safe. Loved.

Maybe too loved.

Because she could almost swear he kept glancing at her stomach every few seconds, as if expecting it to grow suddenly.

She sighed inwardly.