The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 280

Chapter 280: The Funeral Day

Finally, the day of Maxime’s funeral arrived.

If someone asked Evelyn whether she was nervous, the answer would have been obvious. Absolutely. Completely. One hundred percent.

From the moment she and Axel left the house, her heartbeat had been thumping wildly, growing louder and faster with every passing minute.

Her palms felt cold.

Her stomach twisted.

And even Axel’s fingers curled securely around hers did nothing to quiet the storm inside her chest.

As their car approached the area where the Knight family graveyard was located, Evelyn felt her throat tighten. Her heart gave another series of uneven thumps.

This was the first time she would appear in front of Axel’s entire extended family. Not only that, most guests were military officers who worked with General Henry Knight or high-ranking government officials who held the Knight name in the highest regard.

And to make matters worse, even though the funeral was private, some media outlets were allowed to cover it.

Meaning: her identity as "Mrs. Axel Knight" would be exposed publicly.

She stared ahead as the car continued moving, watching the scene grow more overwhelming.

Luxury cars lined the roads inside and outside the family graveyard.

Security personnel guided VVIP guests.

Family members gathered beneath large white tents.

Her heart felt like it was being punched from the inside.

The car finally slowed to a stop at the family entrance. Evelyn swallowed hard and turned toward Axel.

He was watching her with warm eyes.

"Are you nervous?" he asked softly, the moment their gazes met.

Evelyn tried to smile. Unfortunately, her face was so tense it came out more like a grimace. "If I say no, would you believe me?"

Axel didn’t answer. He simply chuckled and lifted a hand to rub her cold cheek.

"Oh, you’re freezing," he murmured. "Relax. You’ll be fine. My mom and grandparents are already inside. We’ll meet them first."

He adjusted her coat gently before stepping out of the car. Within seconds, he opened the door for her.

Evelyn’s heart thrashed wildly again. She forced a calm smile and took his hand.

Axel leaned in slightly as she stepped out. "You’re doing great," he whispered teasingly. "No fainting, no trying to escape. I’m proud."

She glared at him. "I wasn’t planning on escaping..."

"Really? You didn’t consider entering the car again and asking Liam to drive home?"

She stifled a smile, cleared her throat, and answered him, "I’m not that dramatic, Mr. Knight!"

"I recall a certain someone trying to cancel to avoid my father."

"Axel!"

He laughed, the sound low and warm, but he still squeezed her hand. "Just keep holding on to me. I’m right here."

Light as the banter was, Evelyn’s nerves refused to settle.

Because the moment she stepped fully out of the car—

Click. Click. Click. Click.

The media stationed at the designated spot reacted instantly.

Cameras pointed toward them.

Voices whispering.

Shutters flashing like a thousand tiny explosions.

Evelyn’s hand clenched Axel’s tightly. Her breath seems to stop as dozens of eyes lifted toward them from the funeral seating area.

Axel leaned slightly closer and murmured, "Don’t mind them. They already love you."

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