The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 282

Chapter 282: I’m Famous

Axel pointed toward an empty row near his grandfather. Far, far away from his father.

Amanda exhaled a quiet sigh when she heard Axel, though she managed a supportive smile at Evelyn and didn’t protest.

Evelyn could see the apology in her gaze. She leans closer to Amanda and whispers, "I’m fine... Don’t worry."

Then, she placed her hand in Axel’s and rose.

His grip was warm, firm, and grounding. Each step he guided her through felt like walking out of a suffocating cloud.

When they finally took their seats, close enough for her to lean on his shoulder if she wished.

Conversations slowly dwindled.

And then, the funeral began.

A somber hush descended over the entire space as the officiant stepped forward.

The sound of soft crying mingled with the low hum of grief. The weight of loss settled over everyone like a heavy veil.

Evelyn’s hands remained clasped tightly in her lap.

And Axel... Axel kept his hand resting near hers, close enough that their fingers brushed slightly with every shift.

When she glanced at him, he held her hand tightly, as if he wanted to say, "I’m here. You’re safe. I’ve got you."

Evelyn exhaled slowly, letting the atmosphere settle into her bones and allowing Axel’s presence to steady her amid the swirling tension in her mind.

She tries to set aside those worries because today wasn’t about her complicated relationship with Finley Morgan.

Or the mystery between her father and Alexander Knight.

Or even the silent whisper from those people who were shocked to see her with Axel.

Today was for Maxime. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

And sitting beside Axel, feeling the quiet strength radiating from him, Evelyn finally managed to breathe in that heavy, sacred moment.

The funeral had begun.

...

Evelyn had hoped to slip away quietly after the funeral, to avoid the cluster of reporters and the heavy gazes from Axel’s family.

She imagined she could return home, change into comfy clothes, and play with her son, Oliver.

Unfortunately, reality didn’t care about her hopes.

Once the funeral ended and the guests gradually left the family graveyard, Axel turned to her with a calm expression that hid nothing. "We are going to my grandparents’ house."

Evelyn blinked. "Now?"

"Yes."

There was no room for negotiation. Not that she eagerly expected any.

Axel walked ahead to greet a relative, and she stood still for a moment, trying to gather her courage.

She wished she could tell him to go without her, but she swallowed the thought. She was already here. It was too late to run.

The drive back to Axel’s grandparents’ house was quick, taking less than ten minutes. The graveyard sat close to the old estate.

Inside the car, Axel kept his hand wrapped around hers. His warm grip was enough to steady her nerves.

Then,

Her phone vibrated against her palm. Then again. Then again. It seemed to buzz constantly without pause.

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