Evelyn blinked in surprise.
The exhaustion in his eyes had faded. The heaviness she expected to see was gone.
Instead, his gaze looked calm, almost content. Relief bloomed inside her chest like a small flower. At least he looked lighter now than before.
"No need to cook. I do not want to tire my pregnant wife," Axel said. His hand gently cupped her jaw, sliding upward before his thumb brushed her lips in a teasing stroke. His eyes were soft when they met hers again.
"Mr. Knight, can you stop thinking your wife is weak?" Evelyn narrowed her eyes at him. "I am only cooking dinner, not lifting weights."
"Eve." His voice dropped to a soft tone as he leaned in for a kiss. Evelyn leaned back slightly, and Axel chuckled under his breath. "Do you know how cute you are when you pout like that?"
Her lips broke into a reluctant laugh.
