The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: The Truth Is Really Shocking

"Axel, you haven’t told me who that man is," Evelyn asked, her curiosity returning now that her heartbeat had finally calmed. "And how are you handling the gossip news out there?"

For a brief second, Axel’s expression soured.

It was subtle. Quick.

But she saw it.

His jaw tightened almost invisibly before he regained his usual calm composure.

"Eve," he said slowly, "before I tell you who that man is, I need to ask you something."

Her eyes flickered at once. Again? Why did he always answer her questions with questions?

A faint unease curled in her chest. "Why am I suddenly worried about your question?" she asked honestly, her tone half-teasing, half anxious.

Axel smiled gently. He reached up and brushed his thumb along her cheek in a soft, reassuring touch.

"Don’t worry, my wife," he murmured. "I’m not about to confess another shocking secret."

"That’s not comforting."

He chuckled softly.

"This is only to make sure you understand what really happened that night," he continued carefully. "The night we first met."

He paused, watching her reaction.

Evelyn’s brows pulled together slightly as she started to recall that night: The New Year’s banquet. The hotel. The first time, she spent the wild night with him.

"Hmm," she said slowly. "Go on."

When he saw that she looked more composed, Axel finally asked, "Do you think you were drugged that night?"

The question struck her like a splash of ice-cold water. "What?"

For a moment, she simply stared at him.

Drugged?

She had never considered it. She only remembered that everything felt strange. Her body had been warm, her mind heavy. She had assumed it was the alcohol.

"I didn’t think about it," she admitted. "But you know my alcohol tolerance is very low. Half a glass makes me dizzy. A full glass could make me pass out."

Axel nodded.

"I know. You told me before."

He smiled faintly, gently playing with a strand of her soft hair. The movement was slow, almost absentminded.

But then—

His gaze changed.

The warmth faded.

Something colder replaced it.

"That night," he said quietly, "someone drugged you."

The air in the room seemed to shift.

Evelyn’s heart skipped. She felt a chill run down her spine.

He continued, "That’s why your mind felt fuzzy. That’s why you couldn’t think clearly. It wasn’t just alcohol."

Her hands instinctively grabbed his arms.

"Why?" Evelyn demanded, shock clear in her voice. "Who would dare drug me on an occasion like that?"

Axel’s jaw tightened again. His earlier calm expression was gone, replaced by something darker.

"It was not random," he said quietly.

Her fingers curled gently around his arm. "Axel, who is that person?"

He drew in a slow breath, as if steadying himself.

"The man Harper claims is the father of that child, the man who also put a drug in your drink that night," he began carefully, "is Joseph Carter."

Evelyn blinked. For a second, she truly thought she had misheard him.

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