The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Suspicious?

Just as he reached out toward Evelyn, a voice sounded behind him.

"Young master, what happened?" Laura asked, alarmed. "Why do you look so panicked?"

Oliver turned to her urgently.

"Aunty Laura, come here, hurry!" he whispered loudly, waving her over. "Mommy looks pale. She’s sleeping in the wrong place. This is suspicious."

Laura quickly joined him, crouching beside the sofa. "Suspicious? Let me see..."

Oliver gently placed his small hand on Evelyn’s forehead, his touch careful and serious.

"Oh, no, my mommy’s feeling a little cold," he said casually. "Or maybe just a normal cold. I don’t really get it yet... We should ask uncle or aunty doctor."

Despite the tension, Laura almost smiled as she looked at how adorable he was now.

"She must be exhausted, young master," Laura said softly after checking Evelyn’s breathing. "She’s just sleeping."

Oliver didn’t relax immediately. He leaned closer to Evelyn and whispered, "Mommy, if you’re pretending to sleep, please blink."

Evelyn stirred slightly, her brows knitting together.

Oliver gasped in relief. "See! She moved. She’s alive."

Laura covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

Still, Oliver straightened his small shoulders, determination shining in his eyes.

"Aunty Laura, alright, let’s just allow mommy to sleep here. But..." His voice sounded serious, "We should tell Daddy later. Just in case. Because Mommy is very important."

Laura nodded warmly. "Yes, young master. Madam is very important."

Oliver stayed by Evelyn’s side, his hand still resting protectively on her arm, guarding her like a tiny knight.

Then—

"Young master, while waiting for madam to wake up, do you want anything?" Laura asked in a low tone, worried about waking Evelyn.

"Anything?"

"I mean, munchies or your iPad?"

His eyes beamed as if he had just stared at the star. "Munchies and warm milk!" he said happily.

"Okay, young master," Laura made an OK sign with her hand and left for the kitchen.

It didn’t take long for Laura to return with a tray full of munchies and a glass of warm milk.

The twinkle in Oliver’s eyes hadn’t faded one bit as he happily munched on his snack.

Sitting cross-legged on the rug, he held the cheese puff with both hands as if it were a priceless treasure.

Every bite was followed by a soft crunch and a very satisfied hum, the kind only children could make when life felt absolutely perfect.

He was so immersed in his munchies that he didn’t notice the pair of eyes fixed on him from the sofa.

"Sweetheart."

Evelyn’s voice cut gently through his concentration.

Oliver startled, his head snapping toward her, cheeks slightly puffed.

Evelyn smiled at him, her hair a little messy from sleep. "That cheese puff looks very yummy."

Panicked, Oliver swallowed the cheese puff in his mouth far too quickly, his eyes widening as if he had been caught committing a crime.

"Mommy, try it," he said earnestly, reaching for the tray. "This is the snack Grandma Alice brought me. It’s so yummy."

"Really?" Evelyn asked, raising a brow.

"Hm. Try. Try, Mommy," he insisted, pushing the snack closer. "You will like it too."

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