Axel leaned down and whispered to Oliver, "Buddy… Would you mind waiting with Dylan on the sofa?"
"Not at all, Dad." Oliver nodded without hesitation. But before leaving, he turned to Evelyn with his brightest grin. "Mom… smile."
Evelyn blinked, completely surprised.
'Excuse me? Did my three-year-old just order me to smile like he's my life coach?' Her lips twitched upward despite herself, though it resembled more of a grimace than a smile. 'God help me. Even my kid is playing cupid...'
She feels her heart warm. But the moment of warmth faded when Axel's hand tightened around hers.
Evelyn tried to pull her hand away, but there was no luck. His grip only tightened, as if he knew she might try to run at any moment.
Before she could ask him to let go of her hand, one of the officials cleared his throat and politely said, "Mr. Knight. Mrs. Knight. Shall we begin?"
'Mrs. Knight...' Evelyn's entire spine is tense.
