The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: The Morgan Family Visit

Finley was surprised. He had expected resistance. A request to postpone. Maybe even a polite excuse involving medical restrictions. Instead, Axel agreed as if he’d been waiting for this call.

"...Alright then," Finley said slowly. "We’ll arrive around lunchtime."

"I’ll ask the chef to prepare a family lunch," Axel replied. Then he paused, his voice lowering just slightly. "But Finley, can you warn them not to ask her about her pregnancy?"

Finley winced. He could already picture his father’s blunt mouth and his grandfather’s emotional questions.

"I’ll try," Finley said honestly. "Though convincing them might require a miracle, not a warning."

Axel’s low chuckle came through the line. "Do your best. I’d rather not throw anyone out of my house today."

Finley laughed. "Noted. I will make sure you won’t do that today."

"Thanks..."

They ended the call.

Finley turned back toward the main room, bracing himself. Negotiating with a bunch of hungry politicians was easy.

Negotiating with the Morgan elders?

That was something else, the real battlefield.

...

At the Valley, Axel’s house was unusually lively for a late morning.

The moment Axel ended his call with Finley, he summoned Jimmy with the urgency of a man planning a royal banquet.

Orders were given, chefs were alerted, and ingredients were summoned as if by magic.

A surprise family lunch was now in motion.

Only after everything was set did Axel finally set out to find his wife.

He found her exactly where he expected her to be lately—in the music room.

Sunlight poured through the tall windows, spilling across the polished piano.

Oliver sat proudly on the bench, his fingers dancing over the keys.

Evelyn, Stella, and Alicia watched from the sofa, their faces soft with warmth and amusement.

Axel leaned against the doorway, silent, content to watch.

Oliver finished with a dramatic flourish, striking the final note like a seasoned performer. The sound echoed beautifully through the room.

Only then did Axel clear his throat.

Oliver spun around instantly. "Oh, Daddy! Did you hear?" He hopped off the bench and sprinted toward Axel with the energy of a tiny hurricane. "Was it good?"

Axel caught him easily and lifted him into his arms.

"Good?" Axel repeated, pretending to think. "No, buddy. It was perfect. You’re officially a piano prodigy. I’m proud of you."

Oliver threw his fists into the air.

"Yay! I knew Daddy would like it!" Then he turned excitedly toward the sofa. "Mom! Grandma Alice! Aunt Stella! Why aren’t you praising me? Am I not good enough?"

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