The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Oscar?

Two days later.

The morning air in The Valley feels even colder as winter in the city finally fully sets in, unlike the previous week.

Evelyn had just finished her walking practice with her personal trainer, sweat lightly clinging to her forehead, her brace squeaking faintly with every careful step. She was proud of herself. Exhausted, but proud.

That was why she nearly thought she had hallucinated when she turned toward the entrance of the home clinic and saw Oscar walking in.

Not just walking in.

Marching in, sunglasses on, with Jimmy trailing beside him like a very polite, slightly confused escort.

Evelyn blinked once. Then again. But he is still there.

’Am I dreaming? He supposed thousands of miles from this place... Why is he here?’ she wondered, lifting her hand and pinching her own cheek.

Pain shot through her face.

She hissed. ’What the hell! He is really here!’

Oscar pulled off his sunglasses calmly as he called, "Evelyn?"

"Oscar?" Her voice rose in disbelief. "You really came?"

He did not answer. He closed the distance in three gentle but quick, long strides and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

"You silly girl!" he scolded into her hair. "How dare you get injured without me knowing? Why didn’t you contact me?"

Evelyn froze for a second, then carefully patted his back. "I missed you too," she murmured, half laughing. "And, I’m glad to see you, bro."

He finally pulled away, but his hands stayed on her shoulders as he looked her over. And then his expression twisted into outrage.

"Broken bones everywhere? Major surgery? And now you look like this?" His eyes darted to the thin bandage on her forehead, her supported arm, the brace around her leg. "I almost fainted when I heard!"

Evelyn rolled her eyes.

"Gosh, I’m alive. No need to look at me like I’m a tragic museum exhibit."

Oscar’s grip tightened unconsciously.

"Ow, ow, ow," she hissed. "Can you not crush my shoulder? It hurts, you know."

He immediately let go. "Oops. Sorry, Eve. Sorry." Then, as nothing happened, he brightened. "Come, come. Let’s sit and talk over there..."

She nodded, smiled, and began walking toward the window seat. Her steps were slow but steady.

Oscar took one look and panicked. "Let me carry you." He was about to scoop her into his arms, but Evelyn stopped him right away.

"No," Evelyn protested, glaring at him. "I need walking practice so my leg can heal quickly."

"But you are so damn slow, Eve," he complained, hovering beside her like a nervous mother hen.

"My goodness, Oscar... Can you be patient...?" She smiled sourly.

Just then, Jimmy cleared his throat.

Both of them turned, realizing for the first time that the butler and the personal trainer were still standing there, watching them quarrel.

Jimmy calmly rolled a wheelchair from the corner toward Ma’am, "Ma’am, you can use this," he suggested politely.

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