The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Goodbye, Grandpa!

By the time they arrived home, it was almost midnight.

The house was quiet, the halls dimly lit, servants long gone to their quarters.

Axel guided Evelyn to their bedroom carefully, his hand steady at her back as though she were sleepwalking.

She held his hand tightly, grateful, though strangely, she didn’t feel tired at all.

Physically, yes. Her body ached. Her injuries reminded her with every step.

But her mind? It was so energized, it refused to rest.

After cleaning up and changing into her comfortable pajamas, she lay beneath the soft blankets, eyes closed, breathing slowly.

Minutes passed.

Then more.

However, nothing happened.

Her body rested, but her thoughts sprinted.

’God. Why am I feeling this strange sensation? Am I nervous? Scared? Why does it feel like something unseen is waiting for me?’ She wonders.

Questions crowded her mind, one after another, relentless.

A whisper of unease curled in her chest, as though fate was watching from the corner of the room, smiling mysteriously.

’Relax, Eve. Relax. Nothing will happen. Everything is fine...’

She tried. Truly tried. But her thoughts ignored her pleas and danced on.

Eventually, she stopped fighting it and simply lay there, eyes closed, surrendering to the noise in her head.

Then she heard him.

"Wife," Axel’s voice came gently, "are you having trouble sleeping?"

Her eyelashes fluttered open.

He stood at the end of the bed, fresh from a shower. His hair was damp, towel in hand, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, bare chest glistening faintly under the warm lamp light.

Unfortunately for Evelyn, her restless mind found a brand new distraction.

"Hmm... It’s hard for me to sleep. My mind refused to give me peace," she sighed.

But her eyes absolutely betrayed her as they traced the lines of his abdomen like they were reading a sacred text.

And suddenly, another worry barged in.

’My Poor hubby. He can’t sleep with me for months... Can he survive that?’

Before her injury, intimacy had never been rare between them. Axel’s self-control had always impressed her—but abstinence for months? That was a different battlefield.

"Alright," Axel said, rubbing his hair with the towel. "Wait a bit. I’ll join you soon."

A few minutes later, he lay beside her. Only the nightstand lamp was on, casting warm shadows across the room.

Axel turned toward her, taking her uninjured hand and lacing his fingers through hers.

"Eve," he murmured, "you can share your worry. Maybe I can help."

She hesitated.

But in the end, she said, "I’m worried about you."

He lifted a brow. Confused.

"Me?" A playful spark lit his eyes. "Did your secret intel network find another enemy trying to assassinate me?"

Without her knowing, she laughed softly.

Then, cheeks burning, she confessed in a quiet voice, "I’m worried... that I can’t fulfill my duties as your wife right now."

Axel blinked. He didn’t expect her to worry about that.

For one second, he looked genuinely shocked.

The next second, he burst into laughter.

Evelyn stared at him, helpless. "Hubby, why are you laughing?"

"Sorry," he said, still chuckling. "I just... feel oddly touched. My wife lies awake at midnight worrying about my sexual frustration. Should I be proud or concerned?"

She sighs softly, covering her face with her free hand. "I regret opening my mouth."

Axel caught her wrist and lowered her hand, smiling warmly.

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