Evelyn placed the mug down, her hand steady despite the tightness in her chest.
She didn't look at him right away, unwilling to let him see the disappointment and sadness behind her eyes.
Then she turned to look him in the eyes.
"He needs to learn discipline," she finally answered him.
Before Axel could say something, a smile formed on her lips as she asked, "Latte? Espresso?"
She was trying to divert their conversation. She didn't want to talk about it now. Not when Oliver is around.
He was surprised to see her so calm. He expected her to argue back with her usual sarcasm. But he was wrong.
"Expresso."
Seeing the sadness flicker across Evelyn's face, Axel's chest tightened with guilt.
He hadn't meant to sound like he was criticizing her. He just wasn't used to this.
"I'm sorry, Evelyn..." he said gently when she served him the espresso.
