The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Fever?

’Calm down, Eve. Calm down. This isn’t the first time Oliver has had a fever. You know well what to do in this situation.’

Evelyn took a deep breath, forcing her voice to stay steady as she brushed his hair back.

"Oliver," she called softly. "Sweetheart..."

Oliver’s lashes fluttered open. His eyes looked glassy as he shifted weakly.

"Mommy..." His voice was hoarse, barely louder than a whisper. "I feel cold. My body doesn’t feel well. Please cover me with my blanket."

Her heart twisted painfully.

"I’m here," she said gently, "Stay still. Mommy will be right back."

Evelyn hurried out of the room, her steps quick but controlled. She went straight to their bedroom, opening the drawer where the medicine cabinet should have been.

Empty.

’Damn it! How could I forget to place it here?’

She had packed everything when they moved to the capital.

"Eve, is everything all right?" Axel’s voice sounded behind her. "Where’s Oliver?"

She turned, gripping the edge of the drawer, forcing herself to stay composed before turning to face him.

"Axel," Evelyn said, her voice calm but strained, "Oliver has a fever."

In that moment, the warmth of the morning vanished, replaced by quiet urgency and a mother’s growing worry.

"Fever?" Axel echoed, already moving toward her.

Evelyn nodded.

"I don’t have any medicine here. I need to go to the drug store to buy some medicine for him. Please wait..."

She grabbed her bag and walked past Axel, her mind racing through possibilities and what she needed to buy.

But before she could take another step, Axel’s hand closed around her wrist.

She turned to meet his eyes. "We need to hurry. His fever has to go down."

"Go stay with him," Axel said, already pulling his phone from his pocket. His voice was steady, but the tension in his gaze betrayed him. "I’ll call my personal doctor."

Evelyn blinked, her frantic thoughts suddenly slowing. She inhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down.

"You’re right," she said softly.

She took another breath and headed back toward Oliver’s room.

This time, she did not rush to his bedside. Instead, she went into his bathroom and turned on the tap, adjusting the water until it was lukewarm.

She soaked a clean hand towel, wrung it out carefully, and held it in her hands for a moment.

This was not the first time Oliver had a fever. Children got sick. She knew that. Still, knowing it did nothing to stop the tight ache in her chest.

Back in the bedroom, Oliver shifted under his blanket, his face flushed and damp with sweat. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Mommy?" he murmured weakly.

"I’m here, baby," Evelyn said, keeping her voice light. "We’re going to make you feel better, okay?"

She pulled the blanket down gently and unbuttoned his pajamas.

The heat radiating from his small body made her throat tighten. She placed the warm towel against his neck first, wiping slowly, then moved to his chest and under his arms.

She worked carefully, replacing the towel with freshly warmed water when it cooled.

"Mommy, are you washing me?" Oliver asked, his eyes half open.

She smiled despite everything. "A little bit. Think of it as a sleepy bath without the tub."

He frowned weakly. "I don’t like baths without toys."

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