The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Finally, Meeting Alexander Knight

"Oh dear... You’re doing more than alright. You’re doing great," Eleanor whispered. "Everyone is looking because you’re new, not because they dislike you."

Evelyn nodded slowly, though she didn’t entirely agree.

Because she still heard a faint whisper from Axel’s family members sitting in the back row, as they started gossiping about her.

She straightened her coat and took a slow breath.

But her fragile calm was shattered the moment someone else arrived.

Heavy footsteps stopped near the front row.

A cold aura swept in like a winter breeze.

Evelyn stiffened.

From the corner of her eye, Evelyn saw him, her father-in-law, Alexander Knight. He appears tall, severe, and imposing.

Alexander Knight’s commanding presence naturally caused everyone, including Evelyn, to straighten their spines.

He didn’t glance at Evelyn at all; instead, he warmly greeted Amanda, then sat down beside her.

Evelyn kept her back straight, trying to look calm even as her pulse raced. She could feel his presence like a shadow crawling over her skin.

She didn’t dare turn her head. Her eyes only focus on the Maxime coffin sitting in front, waiting to be buried.

But then—

Evelyn had barely calmed down when she heard Alexander’s voice... meant to be a whisper but painfully clear in the quiet hall, enough to make her heart tighten.

"Why did Evelyn Walters come here? With Axel?" Alexander Knight’s tone was low but sharp enough to slice through Evelyn’s last bit of composure.

Her heart feels like it’s dropped. Just like that, she feels all the air vanish from her lungs.

Only four people in the Knight family knew about her and Axel.

Now Maxime was gone... That left three.

Axel’s grandparents and Amanda.

Definitely not Alexander Knight. Judging by his tone, he either had no idea or tried to ignore her existence as Axel’s wife. And she prayed it stayed that way.

Her hand tightened on her lap, knuckles turned white as she stared straight ahead. She tried to tune them out, to pretend she didn’t hear anything.

But Alexander Knight’s voice was deep, thick, and impossible to ignore.

"Why don’t you seem bothered by her being here, dear?" he murmured again. "Have you forgotten about that bastard? What he does—"

"Stop it!" Amanda snapped, her voice trembling even as she matched his volume. "Please, not today, Alex... Today is Maxime’s funeral."

But the words still cut like a cold blade in Evelyn’s ears.

Instantly, the memory of the long-buried dispute between her father and Alexander surfaced. It feels sharp and hazy at the same time.

She had never known the exact cause of their deep hatred.

Neither Axel ever spoke of it again, as if the past were something they’d buried alive and refused to dig up.

And because her bond with Axel’s grandparents, especially Amanda, grew so naturally... she had almost forgotten about it.

But Alexander apparently had not.

"Is she really married to Axel? No way! It’s impossible... Axel only plays with her, right? He does that to make me angry, right? Tell me—"

"Alex!" Amanda’s tone hardened. Her eyes sharpened as she looked at Alexander Knight, her voice trembling. "I will be very angry with you if you continue this topic. Drop it."

Evelyn swallowed. Her spine stiffened. She wished, more than anything, that she hadn’t sat next to Amanda and heard their conversation.

She wished she could just vanish into thin air like mist and get away from the weight pressing on her chest.

Eleanor.

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