The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412: What Happened That Night? (1)

The Valley.

On the final day of December, the valley carried a quiet, almost magical stillness.

Snow blanketed the landscape in an endless expanse of white, softening the world’s sharp edges and wrapping the estate in a peaceful hush.

The lake beyond the towering glass windows shimmered under the pale winter sun, its surface reflecting light like polished silver.

Inside, however, warmth and life filled the Knight residence.

Ethan had finally arrived.

Evelyn stood near the living room window, her eyes following the scene unfolding before her with undisguised joy.

Martha, whose composure had remained impressively steady throughout the morning, now looked entirely transformed. The moment she saw Ethan stepping through the doorway, years of quiet restraint shattered into raw emotion.

Even though Ethan possessed no memories of his mother, something unspoken had passed between them. Recognition without recollection. Connection without history.

Evelyn felt her chest tighten as she watched Martha gently take Ethan’s hand, her fingers trembling despite her radiant smile.

Ethan’s expression, though calm, betrayed a storm of mixed emotions. There was curiosity, confusion, and hesitation, but beneath it all, an unmistakable flicker of something deeper; sadness and happiness mixed together.

"I’m so happy for Aunt Martha," Evelyn whispered softly, leaning closer to Axel as they stood side by side. Her gaze remained fixed on Martha, leading Ethan toward the guest bedroom. "For Ethan, too..."

Axel nodded slowly, his usually sharp features softened. "Hm. I feel that too. That big guy really has a hard life."

He glanced at Evelyn before gently turning her to face him.

"I know, right?" Evelyn agreed, her voice warm yet tinged with sympathy. "They both have a hard life. But now, everything has a happy ending for them."

Axel studied her face for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly against her hand.

"They need a private moment to talk," he murmured. "Let’s have our private moment, too—"

His voice trailed off as his eyes swept across the living room. Then he frowned. "...Where’s our little boss?"

Evelyn blinked faintly before glancing toward the massive glass window facing the snowy backyard.

"He’s with Jimmy and Laura," she replied. "Well, I assume they’re in the stables by now."

Axel followed her gaze, attempting to spot Oliver’s tiny figure racing across the snow. Seeing nothing but an untouched white landscape, he chuckled lightly.

"I can’t believe my son is this active in winter."

Evelyn laughed softly.

"Well, don’t blame him. There isn’t nearly as much snow in Willowcrest. This place is basically his personal wonderland."

Axel shook his head with amusement. "He definitely inherited your energy."

"That is absolutely untrue."

Axel raised a brow.

"Hubby, you dragged me out into the snow a few days ago."

He playfully said, "Well, dear, that was romantic."

"That was freezing." Evelyn protests.

"You survived."

"Barely."

Their playful exchange dissolved into comfortable laughter, the lightness between them as natural as breathing. Yet the warmth shifted abruptly when Axel’s expression subtly changed.

The humor faded. Replaced by something quieter. More serious. He tightened his grip on her hand.

"Eve, let’s chat inside my office."

The sudden shift in tone instantly tightened something inside Evelyn’s chest.

See her say nothing. He continued. "There’s something we need to talk about."

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