The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 413

Chapter 413: What Happened That Night? (2)

Axel’s jaw tightened just a bit when Joseph was mentioned.

Evelyn noticed.

"Hubby, why do you still feel jealous of him?" She asked, her tone deliberately light, with a faint smile. "Relax, Mr. Knight. I only went there for a work-related meeting, not as a couple."

Axel lowered his gaze, staring at their entangled hands as though the answer might be hidden somewhere between their fingers. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"I’m not jealous," he replied calmly. "But I dislike him—"

Evelyn’s lips curved upward despite herself.

"That sounds jealous," she teased gently.

She knew Axel far too well. He had never trusted Joseph since the day he learned how close Joseph had been to her during her time at Walters Group. Axel might deny it endlessly, but her instincts tell her otherwise.

"That sounds accurate," Axel admitted with a quiet sigh.

Despite the underlying tension, amusement flickered briefly between them, softening the air in the room.

Then Evelyn continued, her voice drifting into thoughtfulness.

"That night, I remember the ballroom," she said slowly. "The crowd, the music, the endless speeches that made everyone pretend to be fascinated."

Axel nodded. "That sounds like every gala dinner."

Evelyn smiled faintly before turning to look directly into his eyes.

"You were also there. Did you perhaps leave the ballroom?"

Axel’s brow lifted slightly.

"Wife," he replied playfully, though something heavier lingered beneath his tone, "you are the one who should answer me now."

His thumb brushed absently over her hand.

He continued, "I need to hear what happened to you before I conclude my investigation."

The word investigation was delivered lightly, yet Evelyn could sense the seriousness behind it. Axel Knight rarely asked about the past without purpose.

Despite her confusion, Evelyn took a slow breath and continued recounting what she remembered.

"During the event, I started feeling a heavy sensation in my head," she began. "At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. I tried to ignore it."

Her brows furrowed slightly as fragments resurfaced.

"But a few minutes later, my entire body began to feel... strange."

Axel’s expression shifted. ’Strange!?’ He thought, did not interrupt.

"I decided to leave the ballroom," Evelyn continued quietly. "I went upstairs to my hotel room to find something to ease the headache and whatever that odd sensation was."

Axel frowned.

"I remember some guests having private rooms," he murmured thoughtfully.

"Yes," Evelyn nodded. "I booked one."

Axel’s eyes flickered with curiosity.

"For convenience?"

"For survival," Evelyn replied dryly.

That earned a faint smirk from him.

"I didn’t have time to visit a salon that day," she explained. "So I hired a stylist and makeup artist instead. The room was meant for preparation."

A small smile appeared on her lips as the memory softened.

"I remember feeling rushed, stressed, and overwhelmed."

Axel’s gaze softened briefly. That version of Evelyn — burdened by expectations, trapped under her father’s rigid control — was not one he enjoyed imagining.

"When I got to the elevator," Evelyn kept going, her voice slowing down a bit as she wasn’t sure, "my headache got worse."

She swallowed faintly.

"Even walking became difficult. I remember bumping into someone."

Axel’s eyes sharpened instantly.

"Someone?"

"Yes," she nodded slowly. "I don’t remember who it was, only that the person was a man."

Silence settled heavily between them.

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