The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: It’s Confirmed!

That night, after finishing dinner as a family and spending extra time coaxing Oliver into brushing his teeth twice instead of once, Evelyn and Axel were finally able to retreat to their bedroom.

Axel closed the door behind them with a soft click. The moment he turned around, he paused.

Evelyn was standing near the bed, arms loosely folded, her head tilted slightly to one side.

There was a distinct look on her face. One perfectly shaped eyebrow was arched, and her lips were gently pouted, as if she were holding back a thousand questions in her mind.

Axel can’t help but smile, knowing what his wife wants to talk about.

He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms.

"Why does my wife look like she wants to devour me?" he teased, lowering his head to capture her lips.

Evelyn leaned back just in time, narrowly escaping his kiss.

"Axel," she said calmly, though the urgency in her eyes betrayed her, "I might end up in the emergency room if you don’t tell me about Aunty Martha’s son right now. Please. I beg you."

Axel blinked. Then he smiled, slow, infuriating, and far too relaxed.

"Relax," he said, scooping her up effortlessly as if she weighed nothing at all. "Let’s enjoy your Korean drama first. It’s not even ten yet. It’s too early for us to sleep."

Evelyn stared at him in disbelief as he carried her toward the sofa in the corner of the room.

"Korean drama?" she repeated. "Axel Knight, are you trying to distract me with romance and tragic soundtracks?"

He gently placed her down, then sat beside her. "I know you," he said smugly. "Five minutes in, and you’ll forget everything."

She looped her arms around his neck before he could lean away. "I don’t want drama tonight," she said firmly. "I want Noah or whoever he is. Please don’t make me wait any longer."

Axel’s teasing expression faded. The playful glint in his eyes softened into something steadier, more serious.

After adjusting himself on the sofa, right beside her, he turned to face her fully. "Alright," he said quietly. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Evelyn replied without hesitation. Her heart tightened as she spoke.

Axel exhaled slowly, as if bracing himself. "You know him as Noah Henry David," he began. "But his name has changed. He goes by Ethan Wright now."

"Ethan...?" Evelyn echoed.

"Hm. That’s his name now."

Her brows furrowed immediately. "Wait. Why would he change his name? And why didn’t he ever come back to his family?"

Axel’s gaze darkened slightly. "Because he lost his memory."

Evelyn froze.

"He didn’t have an identity," Axel continued evenly. "He didn’t know which country he was in. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t know his family. Nothing. His mind was completely blank. Like a piece of paper wiped clean."

"I don’t understand," Evelyn shook her head, stunned. "If he didn’t remember his family... how are you so sure it was him?"

"I recognized him through the photo you gave me. Though his appearance has changed over the years, I’ve known him for a long time, and he still looks quite similar to the young man in the picture."

Evelyn’s eyes widened. Surprised Axel knew Noah years ago, "You... know him? In person?"

Axel nodded. He explained how he met Ethan in a foreign country during a dangerous time. He didn’t mention mercenaries, weapons, or blood-soaked nights. He only said that Ethan helped him and his team, and in return, he helped Ethan build a new life.

"I gave him a new identity," Axel said. "A new start. And during those years, we became close. Like brothers."

Evelyn pressed a hand to her chest, her mind spinning.

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