Axel stood a few feet away, his broad back turned slightly, phone pressed to his ear, one hand massaging his forehead like the conversation was not going well.
Evelyn tried not to look at Axel. She forced her attention toward Oliver, who was happily chattering to Jimmy, the butler.
Her son seemed fascinated by Jimmy, possibly explaining about the horse or something else, since they are a few feet away from her place, she can't hear what they are talking about.
However, watching her son laugh and even follow Jimmy as they walk toward the stable brings her happiness.
Still, it was hard not to glance back at Axel. Every line of his body screamed tension.
She didn't need to hear the words to know the call wasn't going well.
His jaw was set tight, his brow furrowed, and when his gaze finally turned to her, Evelyn was caught.
Too late to look away, she gave him the only thing she could manage: a small, reassuring smile.
