The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 420: Trust Me!

As if sensing her uneasiness, Axel leaned closer to her. "Relax. Just pretend he’s not here."

Evelyn turned sharply toward him.

"Hubby, how could I do that? He’s your dad." Her voice dropped further. "We need to greet him."

Axel shook his head slightly. "No sudden movements. He can sense fear."

Evelyn narrowed her eyes. "This isn’t funny, Axel."

Axel leaned back against the couch, clearly entertained. "I’m serious. It’s a survival technique."

Evelyn fought the urge to elbow him.

Before she could argue further, Alexander’s attention shifted elsewhere, quickly drawn by other relatives eager to greet him.

Axel exhaled lazily. "See? Crisis avoided."

Evelyn shook her head. "You’re unbelievable."

He closed his eyes briefly, resting against the sofa. "You worry too much, Mrs. Knight." He whispers.

However—

Just as he began to relax, Evelyn’s voice returned. Calm. Soft. Dangerously casual. "You seem relaxed, Mr. Knight..."

Axel’s eyes remained closed. "Hm?"

"Has the matter with that woman been settled?"

His eyes snapped open instantly. All traces of laziness vanished. He turned toward her slowly. Studying her expression.

Evelyn remained composed, though her gaze was steady, sharp. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Axel sighed quietly. Before he said, "We’re still investigating." His voice was lower now, more serious.

"Gathering evidence..." Evelyn held his gaze. There was no accusation. Only concern. Only trust.

"Don’t worry too much about it," Axel added gently. "Just trust me."

Evelyn’s expression softened slightly.

"I am trusting you." She said. A faint smile touched her lips. Then she leaned closer. Her voice is teasing now. "But if you’re hiding anything..."

Axel raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Knight, please..."

"I’m just saying."

"Did you know? You’re terrifying when you act calm."

Evelyn smiled innocently. "I learned from you."

Axel chuckled softly, shaking his head.

From the other side of the seating area, Oliver’s laughter rang out, loud enough to draw Axel and Evelyn’s attention to him.

...

The family dinner at the Knight residence unfolded with warmth, laughter, and the comfortable chaos that only large families could produce.

Conversations overlapped, cutlery clinked rhythmically against porcelain, and somewhere between the soup course and dessert, Evelyn completely forgot that Alexander Knight was seated among them.

It was not fear that made her forget.

It was Oliver.

Or more precisely, Oliver being Oliver.

The boy had single-handedly transformed the dining room into his personal stage.

Every comment he made drew laughter.

Every innocent observation became entertainment.

Even the staff struggled to suppress their smiles.

"And why," Oliver asked with deep seriousness while examining his plate, "do grown-ups eat vegetables if they don’t like them?"

A collective pause followed.

Several adults glanced at one another.

Amanda Knight burst into laughter first.

Alexander Knight, surprisingly, smiled.

"Well," one of Axel’s uncles answered, clearly amused, "because vegetables are healthy."

Oliver narrowed his eyes skeptically. "So is running," he countered. "But Daddy doesn’t run."

The table erupted.

Axel nearly choked on his drink.

Evelyn covered her face.

Alexander Knight leaned back slightly, his faint smile lingering longer than anyone expected.

And that—

That smile eased Evelyn’s heart.

Throughout dinner, she noticed it happen again and again. Small smiles. Brief chuckles. A quiet softness in Alexander’s otherwise stern expression whenever Oliver spoke.

It was strange. Comforting. Almost surreal.

For the first time, Evelyn allowed herself to relax completely.

Dinner ended with lingering conversations and gentle movements as family members slowly dispersed.

The younger generation moved to another room, the adults followed, and Oliver remained blissfully energized.

"I’m not sleepy," Oliver declared confidently for the third time.

Eleanor laughed. "We didn’t say you were."

"But, great-grandma, you were thinking about it, right?"

Andrew shook his head. "This child is dangerous."

Evelyn smiled, watching as Eleanor and Andrew gently guided Oliver toward the guesthouse behind the main residence.

Axel’s hand rested casually on Evelyn’s back.

Everything felt peaceful. But the peace didn’t last long.

"You both." Alexander Knight’s voice cut cleanly through the relaxed atmosphere.

Axel and Evelyn turn to see him standing near the hallway, his posture straight, his expression unreadable. "Come with me to my study."

It was not a request. It was a command.

And before Axel could respond—

Alexander had already turned and walked away.

Silence rippled briefly through the living room.

Evelyn’s stomach tightened instantly. She turned toward Axel. Concern flashed across her face.

"Axel... why does your father look upset?"

Axel, instead of mirroring her worry, simply smiled. He reached for her hand. "Let’s go." His tone carried a gentle reassurance. "Don’t make him wait for us."

Evelyn stared at him for a second.

How could he be this relaxed?

Still, she followed.

Each step toward the study felt heavier than the last. The hallway, though beautifully lit, seemed unusually long tonight. Evelyn’s heart pounded so loudly she was certain Axel could hear it.

Her thoughts spiraled uncontrollably.

Why did Alexander become stern again?

He was smiling during dinner...

Did I say something wrong?

Did Oliver say something wrong?

What is this about?

Evelyn shook her head slightly.

’Come on, Eve, relax. Calm down. Your father’s feud with Alexander isn’t your concern. They won’t be involving you... right?’

Her grip tightened around Axel’s hand.

Axel stopped. He turned toward her and opened the study door. "After you, dear." His voice was maddeningly composed.

Evelyn inhaled deeply. Then stepped inside. And froze. Her anxiety faded instantly. Because Alexander Knight was not alone.

Amanda Knight sat beside him, her presence radiating warmth like a protective shield with a charming spell, as if making anyone near them yield to her will.

Amanda’s warm smile appeared immediately. "Eve, come in..."

Relief washed through Evelyn. She smiled back, her nerves settling as she moved to sit beside Axel across from his parents. However, her confusion lingered.

Evelyn leaned slightly toward Axel, intending to whisper.

But Amanda spoke first.

"Oh, my dear daughter, don’t be so tense." Her voice was soft, affectionate. "We called you and Axel here because your father wanted to give you something."

Evelyn blinked. ’Give me something?’ Her gaze shifted slowly from Amanda to Alexander.

And just like that, the tension returned.

Alexander Knight was staring at her. Not angrily. Not coldly. But intensely, as if he were studying something precious yet mysterious and difficult to understand.

Evelyn resisted the urge to look away. A minute almost passed. It was an uncomfortably long minute.

"Evelyn." Alexander’s voice broke the silence. "I am sorry."