And just like that, Axel Knight had once again successfully negotiated with his little boss.
Then Axel turned to Evelyn.
Her smile ward his heart in the simplest yet most dangerous way. It was the kind of smile that could make him forget etings, problems, and even his business altogether.
He stepped closer, ignoring the cold air biting at his skin, and drew her into his arms.
"Wife," he murmured softly near her ear, his voice low and steady, "I promise I will be back before sunset."
Evelyn tilted her head slightly, her eyes eting his. She can see that there was warmth there, mixed with that familiar spark of playfulness.
"Hmm, we will wait," she said calmly. Then her lips curved before teasing him, "Mr. Knight, go. Make a lot of money for your wife and son."
Axel stared at her. For half a second, the feared Mr. Knight looked genuinely offended. Then he laughed.
The sound was warm and unrestrained. He lifted his hand and gently pinched her nose.
"I will follow my wife’s orders," he replied, his tone playful. "After all, I live only to serve her..."
Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Only serve?"
Axel leaned closer, his eyes dark with amusent. "In many ways."
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
Satisfied, Axel kissed her. It was not rushed, not careless. It was slow, familiar, and filled with the quiet intensity that always left Evelyn slightly breathless.
When he finally loosened his hold, Evelyn cleared her throat, trying to regain so dignity as they shared a passionate kiss in front of their staff.
"Thank you, Mr. Knight, for your hard work," she said with exaggerated politeness.
Axel narrowed his eyes. "Are you mocking , Mrs. Knight?"
"Never," she answered innocently.
"Liar." He leaned in again and stole a light kiss.
She giggled while trying to avoid him, "Work harder."
Axel shook his head, amused beyond reason. He gently squeezed her hand before stepping toward the waiting vehicle.
"Bye, my love."
"Don’t flirt with secretaries."
"No worries, my love. I’m never interested in a guy."
Evelyn stifled a laugh as she imagined Dylan trying to seduce her husband. "Good."
He chuckled softly before entering the car. But even as the door closed, he leaned slightly toward the window.
"Go inside. It’s cold outside."
Evelyn waved him off. "You’re the one leaving."
"Go," he repeated firmly.
She sighed, then obeyed.
Only after seeing her safely inside did Axel relax against the seat. The car began to move, tires gliding smoothly over the snow-covered road.
And just like that, his smile vanished.
The warmth faded from his expression, replaced by the familiar cold focus that defined him. The playful husband disappeared. The calculating man remained.
Outside, the snowy scenery blurred past, silent and endless. Inside the car, the atmosphere shifted, thick with tension.
Axel turned slightly toward Liam behind the steering wheel.
But before he could speak, his phone vibrated.
Dylan’s na appears on the screen.
Axel exhaled slowly and answered without enthusiasm, his gaze drifting back to the window.
"Yes?"
"Boss, good morning," Dylan’s hurried voice rang out. "Are you heading to the office today?"
Axel closed his eyes briefly.
"On my way," he replied lazily. "Why are you asking again? I rember telling you last night."
"Yes, Boss, but—" Dylan hesitated, clearly too excited to form a proper sentence. "Collins finally ca out of his computer room. And he is looking for you."
Axel’s eyes opened instantly.
The shift was subtle but unmistakable. The dull tension sharpened into sothing alive.
"He did?" Axel straightened slightly. "What did he tell you about his investigation result?"
"He didn’t tell anything." Dylan’s answer.
Axel frowned. That answer did not please him. Not even a little.
"Boss, I tried to ask him, but he didn’t say anything to . He simply said, ’Success.’ I can’t push him because he looked exhausted," Dylan continued quickly. "He just collapsed on the sofa. I was about to wake him up now—"
"No need."
Dylan paused.
Axel’s voice was calm but firm. "Wake him up after I arrive. Let him sleep for a bit. He’s already working hard."
"...Understood, Boss."
After giving his secretary a few more instructions, Axel ended the call.
Silence filled the car once more.
But this ti, the tension had changed.
It no longer felt heavy. Now it felt sharp, relentless, almost like an electric shock.
Collins had finished.
After days of locking himself inside that ridiculous computer room, surviving on chocolate bars, coffee, anger, and pure obsession, the man had finally completed his investigation.
Axel’s gaze darkened slightly.
That night.
The night everything beca complicated.
The night he slept with Evelyn.
The night that sohow led Harper to suddenly claim she had a son with him — a claim he knew was impossible.
He had never touched her. Not once. Which ant sothing had gone very, very wrong.
Or very, very calculated.
Axel leaned back against the seat, his fingers tapping lightly against his thigh.
In front, Liam remained silent, wisely pretending he could not feel the storm building in the backseat.
After a mont, Axel spoke.
"Liam."
"Yes, sir."
"Hit the gas to the floor!" Axel instructed firmly.
Liam glanced at him through the rearview mirror as he answered, "Sir?... We are already slightly over the speed limit."
Axel sighed deeply, clearly not liking to hear his reason. "When does that ever stop you?"
"Yes, sir—" Liam said and pressed the accelerator harder.
Snow sprayed behind them.
Axel stared ahead now, no longer distracted by the scenery.
The answers were waiting, and the truth will be revealed.
After several minutes of speeding through the busy capital’s streets, the car finally pulled into Apex Tower.
The car drove directly into the underground parking lot, and Axel quickly opened the door without waiting for Liam to co to a full stop.
Axel even ignored Liam’s panicked shouts and simply closed the car door behind him.
His action shocked a few guards, who rushed to the elevator and pressed the button for him.
By the ti the elevator reached the top floor, Dylan was already waiting for him.
"Boss—"
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