The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 411

Chapter 411: I Believe You

Evelyn stared at him for a few seconds.

Then—

Unexpectedly—

She nodded.

"Yes," she said thoughtfully. "That is exactly what I’m thinking too."

Axel paused.

That was not the reaction he expected.

Evelyn’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she placed her small hand against his chest. Her touch was warm, familiar, grounding.

Yet her eyes...

Her eyes carried something cunningly, yet dangerously mischievous.

"But," she continued softly, her voice lowering just enough to send warning signals through Axel’s nervous system, "why do you keep your admirer’s phone number in your pocket?"

She continued, "A piece of paper like this shouldn’t be in your pocket... unless..."

Axel froze completely. Because he genuinely did not know.

His mind raced backward, retracing the chaotic encounter outside the Double Six Club. Then, like a lightning strike of delayed realization, the memory surfaced.

Harper. That shameless woman. The hug. Too close. Too sudden. Too deliberate.

Axel’s eyes widened slightly.

’Damn it! You are unbelievable—’ His irritation just exploded in his mind. ’What the hell, Harper? Are you courting death? How dare you trap me in this kind of situation?’

Axel looked pretty calm on the outside, but a tiny twitch gave away how much he was actually freaking out inside.

Evelyn noticed.

Of course she did.

"...Axel," she said slowly, amusement dancing in her eyes, "your face is showing me something very entertaining right now."

Axel exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair.

"She put it there."

Evelyn blinked.

"...Excuse me?"

"The paper," Axel clarified quickly. "She put it in my pocket without me knowing. I can’t believe I could be that reckless."

Evelyn tilted her head, clearly enjoying this far more than she should.

"Ah," she murmured. "So now we have a mysterious woman, a secret phone number, and unsolicited reverse pocketpicking activity."

Axel groaned softly.

"When you say it like that, it sounds terrible. Reverse pocketpicking?"

"Well, yeah. Because it is terrible."

Despite her teasing tone, Evelyn’s gaze softened slightly.

Axel leaned forward, his voice lowering with sincerity.

"She hugged me from behind, and neither Liam nor I could stop her. That woman is a nutcase!" There’s a flicker of anger in his gaze.

Evelyn’s eyes widened. "She did!?"

Axel immediately raised both hands defensively. "Eve, listen... If that place is not a public place, I already beat her."

That earned him a laugh. A genuine one. "She hugged you," Evelyn repeated, clearly amused. "Should I be jealous?"

Axel frowned at her calmness and playful attitude in this situation.

"Yes," he said flatly. "You should be extremely jealous or angry."

Evelyn shook her head, smiling. "Poor Mr. Knight. Attacked by his secret admirers," she said teasingly.

Axel leaned closer, his voice dropping into a playful murmur. "I only accept attacks from my wife."

Evelyn’s cheeks warmed faintly.

Now, he could only wait and pray that Dylan and Collins would give him an explanation sooner. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

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