The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Baby, You Have a Fever

That next morning.

Evelyn woke to a sky heavy with clouds, the pale gray light seeping gently through the curtains, rather than the usual warm sunlight that greeted her in Willowcrest.

For a moment, she lay still, wondering if she had awakened and risen from the bed too early.

Then her gaze drifted to the digital clock on the bedside table.

’Seven thirty...’

Her eyes widened in surprise.

She was still in Axel’s arms.

Wrapped in the familiar warmth of her husband’s embrace, the silence felt different. It was not empty. It was whole. Peace settled into her chest like a long-forgotten memory finally returning home.

’It’s good to be back here,’ she thought, a small smile curving her lips as she stared at the ceiling. This place is truly magical.

The peace was familiar, yet undeniably changed.

Axel was beside her, his breathing steady and deep. And another little tenant inside her belly suddenly made its presence known with a clear crystal protest; A soft growled echo from her stomach.

’Looks like I’m starving!’

Evelyn glanced at Axel, admiring the relaxed lines of his face, the faint crease between his brows finally smoothed away.

Carefully, she tried to shift, inching herself toward the edge of the bed.

She did not get far.

An arm slid firmly around her waist, pulling her back without effort.

Before she could protest, Axel had already drawn her close, his chest pressed warmly against her back.

"Where are you going?" His voice was hoarse, heavy with sleep.

She turned slightly to look at him. His eyes were still closed, lashes resting against his cheeks, but his hold was secure.

"We need to wake up," she said softly. "It’s past seven."

"So?" he muttered.

"I’m hungry."

His eyes snapped open.

Axel stared at her for a second, then sighed heavily. "Alright. I will cook for you. Give me five minutes..."

He shifted as if to sit up, but Evelyn immediately placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back down.

"No," she said firmly, smiling. "You keep sleeping. I’ll cook."

He squinted at her, clearly unconvinced. "You?"

"Yes, me."

"You are pregnant," he reminded her seriously.

"I am hungry," she countered just as seriously. "And our little boss will wake up soon and come here to protest."

She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood, only to pause when she noticed his eyes were still red, his expression sluggish.

"You drank too much last night," she said, crossing her arms. "You should really stop drinking so much champagne."

Axel groaned and threw an arm over his eyes.

"That is entirely your uncle’s fault. He poured the entire bottle into my glass. I think he only drank one."

Evelyn laughed quietly and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before he could say anything else.

"Rest," she whispered. "I’ll wake you later."

Before he could protest, she rushed to the bathroom.

And the moment she was about to leave the bedroom, Evelyn saw that Axel had already gone back to sleep.

...

He smirked. "I have many qualifications."

Evelyn took her first bite of his scrambled egg and sighed contentedly. "This is perfect."

Axel watched her closely, a soft smile on his lips. "You look happy."

"I am," she said honestly.

Evelyn finished brewing his coffee and set it on the table. She turned to see him. "Do you need any more help? I can finish the waffles..."

"No need. You leave the breakfast to me..." Axel said firmly, turning back toward the stove. "And please check on our little boss, he should be awake by now."

Evelyn nodded without hesitation. Oliver always woke early, especially when they were in Willowcrest.

She wiped her hands on a towel and headed down the hallway.

The moment she reached his bedroom, she frowned.

"Huh? Why is the room still dark?" she murmured.

She stepped inside quietly, the familiar scent of Oliver’s room surrounding her. The curtains were still drawn, the air unusually warm.

Walking closer, she stopped beside the bed and gently turned on the bedside lamp.

Her smile faded instantly.

Oliver was still asleep, his blanket pulled up to his chin. His cheeks were flushed an alarming shade of red.

Her heart skipped.

She sat down quickly and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. Heat radiated beneath her touch.

Too hot.

"Oh no," she whispered, her breath catching. "Baby, you have a fever..."

Her hands trembled as she pulled the blanket back slightly. His small body felt burning to the touch, and panic surged through her chest.