The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429: Waiting

Although Axel was more than ready to confront that bastard, the universe, as usual, had other plans.

The man was abroad.

That single piece of information was enough to darken Axel’s entire mood.

He sat behind his desk, fingers tapping slowly against the polished surface. The sound was steady, controlled, yet the tension beneath it was impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze remained fixed ahead, irritation clearly burning in his eyes.

Dylan, standing nearby, observed his boss carefully.

Years of friendship had taught him exactly how to read Axel’s silence, but years of working as his head secretary had taught him something even more important: when and how to speak.

"Sir," Dylan began cautiously, his tone calm and respectful, "do you wish to go after him?"

Axel’s fingers stopped tapping. The sudden stillness made the room feel heavier.

For a moment, Axel said nothing. His gaze lowered slightly, his expression tightening as he considered the question.

"Should I go after him?" he muttered, more to himself than to Dylan.

The thought was undeniably tempting.

Very tempting.

Unfortunately, experience had taught him that acting on pure anger usually created more complications than satisfaction. And although he was fully capable of flying across the world just to punch someone, even he understood that patience occasionally had value. A deeply irritating value.

Axel exhaled slowly.

"So," he said at last, lifting his gaze toward Dylan, "you mention he will return in two days?"

"Yes, sir." Dylan nodded quickly. "That’s the information I received from his secretary. He is currently attending a conference."

Axel’s eyes narrowed faintly.

Dylan continued, sensing the need to provide thorough details. "According to the schedule, he has several meetings overseas. Business-related, nothing unusual. His secretary confirmed that he—"

But Axel had already stopped listening.

Dylan’s voice faded into background noise as Axel’s thoughts drifted elsewhere. His mind was busy constructing far more satisfying scenarios involving that man’s return.

He could call that bastard. Of course, he could. But where was the enjoyment in that? Through a phone call was far too polite. Far too civilized. Far too disappointing.

Meeting in person will be even more interesting.

Axel’s jaw tightened faintly. Imagine a confrontation, a conversation. Or, perhaps a well-deserved punch. Or two punches? That would be satisfying.

"...Sir?" Dylan’s voice pulled him back.

Axel silently sighed as he turned to Dylan, but said nothing, only staring at him.

Then—

’Axel... just two more days,’ he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. ’You must endure it.’

Dylan remained silent, wisely choosing not to interrupt.

After a moment, Axel’s gaze shifted back to him, sharp and decisive.

"There is no need to chase him across the world like an impatient fool," Axel said coolly. "Arrange a meeting the moment he returns."

"Yes, sir."

"And I do not want any delays."

"Understood."

Satisfied, Axel leaned back once more. Dylan gave a respectful nod before finally excusing himself, visibly relieved to escape without triggering another wave of his boss’s anger.

Once the door closed, silence returned to the office.

Axel stood motionless for a brief second before turning back to his desk.

He returned to his work with sharp focus, channeling the lingering frustration into something productive. Documents were reviewed, decisions made, and signatures placed with steady precision.

Only when the final file was closed did Axel allow himself to relax.

He checked the time.

Then slowly stood.

Remaining in the office any longer felt unnecessarily risky. His patience was already wearing thin, and idle time would only tempt him into reckless decisions.

Without hesitation, Axel grabbed his coat. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

At this moment, there was only one remedy capable of properly soothing his temper.

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