The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-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.

Yet before the atmosphere could soften too much, reality crept back in. Axel’s expression shifted.

Because beneath the humor, beneath the teasing, beneath the marital banter. There was still uncertainty.

Still doubt. Still, that unsettling claim echoes in his mind.

Harper Cooper claimed she had a son with him. He thought it was nonsense. However, deep inside, he was slightly worried about whether her claim was true or just nonsense.

Axel leaned back slowly, tension threading quietly through his posture.

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

He needed answers. Before curiosity turned into catastrophe.

After a long, lingering moment, they embraced each other in a silence that carried far more meaning than words ever could.

Axel held her like she was his safe place and his strength, while Evelyn leaned against him calmly, helping to settle the chaos still going on inside his head.

Eventually, Axel pulled away slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his hands settling gently on her shoulders as if asking her attention solely to him.

"Eve, I truly apologize for causing you concern."

His voice was soft, stripped of its usual authority, and his gaze radiated warmth rather than control. The genuine look on his face made it clear there was no doubt or attempt to hide anything.

"Thank you so much for trusting me," he continued gently. "I will look into this matter promptly and ensure you receive the clarity you deserve."

Those words, simple yet deeply earnest, eased something inside Evelyn’s chest.

The chaos that had erupted within her when she discovered another woman’s name and phone number in Axel’s coat began to settle.

The tightness she had tried so carefully to conceal slowly loosened, replaced by something calmer, steadier.

She knew who her husband was. Axel Knight was handsome, powerful, and undeniably magnetic. Women had admired him long before she entered his life, and many would continue to do so regardless of his marital status. That reality was neither shocking nor unfamiliar.

Still, belief did not erase emotion.

Evelyn was mature, yes.

But she had a heart.

And hearts, unfortunately, did not always operate under logic.

A warm, understanding smile formed on her lips as she reached for his hand, her fingers wrapping gently around his.

"You are my husband," she said honestly, her voice calm yet deeply sincere. "I believe you. And you don’t have to worry about me being jealous or throwing an unreasonable tantrum before you."

She paused slightly as she saw it. That fleeting flash of relief in his eyes. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, yet unmistakable.

"I already know your past," Evelyn continued softly. "And I will be ready to hear whatever that woman claims, whether it is true or not."

"Eve—"

Axel’s voice faltered.

For once, the man who could negotiate million-dollar deals without hesitation found himself unable to finish a sentence.

Instead, he tightened his grip on her hand, his gaze remaining locked with hers.

Evelyn saw it immediately.

The lingering worry.

The tension he tried so carefully to mask.

"Trust me," she murmured gently. "I’m really fine."

Axel exhaled quietly, his free hand lifting to touch her cheek. His thumb brushed softly against her skin in a gesture filled with tenderness and gratitude.

"Thank you," he whispered.

And he meant it. Because not every man was fortunate enough to have a woman who met uncertainty with grace rather than chaos.

Evelyn smiled faintly, her tone shifting back into something lighter. "Alright, let’s stop talking about this matter. We need to have dinner with Aunty Martha. She has so many questions for you about her son."

Axel smiled softly.

"Why do I feel like I’m walking into another interrogation?"

"So you think I just interrogate you now? Good. I know my husband is observant. And yes, get ready, because you are about to get into another one."

Axel chuckled quietly, the tension easing at last. He stood first, then extended his hand toward her with familiar warmth.

"Let’s go."