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    Axel had faced aggressive boardrooms, ruthlesspetitors, and political negotiations. that could sway an entire market without batting an eysh.


    Yet now, standing in front of his own front door, he found himselfpletely frozen.


    He stared at the man before him, blinking several times, as if his eyes were ying a cruel joke.


    His mind raced faster than it ever had during an aggressive takeover.


    ‘What happened here? Why did Finley Morgan end up in my house? Did he need something urgent and follow me here?‘


    His gaze stayed fixed on Finley’s familiar face, his calm posture, and that faint, knowing smile.


    ‘Wait. Why did no one tell me he wasing? And how did security allow him up to this floor?‘


    Axel did not move. Not an inch.


    “Axel


    ley said mildly, amusement shing in his eyes, “why are you looking at me e justmitted something terrible?”


    sound of Finley’s voice finally snapped Axel back to reality. He cleared his throat nd stepped outside, carefully pulling the door closed behind him.


    Whatever this was, it would not be discussed in front of his wife and son.


    “I apologize, sir,” Axel began calmly, professionalism slipping into ce out of habit. “But I do not recall giving you my address or inviting you to my house.”


    Finley chuckled softly,”


    us, there is no need f


    Despite the appa being casual


    waste off


    “Alr


    have been over this many times. When it is just the two of malities. Call me Finley.”


    ge gap and status difference, Finley had always insisted on m. Axel had learned long ago that refusing his request was a


    exhaling. “Finley. Tell me. Did you need something from me? You me here. Just pick up your phone, call me, and I will help.”


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    Finley tilted his head, clearly enjoying himself. “Why do you ask that, as I arrived with bad news? Of course, I came to visit.”


    Axel frowned. “Visit?”


    “Yes. Visit,” Finley repeated cheerfully.


    Axel’s instincts red. “Finley, I respect you as my business partner and my friend. But this is my…” His voice trailed off mid–sentence as a realization mmed into his mind.


    No. That is impossible.


    His eyes widened slightly.


    ‘Is Finley Morgan really Evelyn’s uncle?‘


    Before he could fully process the thought, Finley reached out and patted his shoulder, warm and approving.


    “Thank you, Axel,” Finley said sincerely. “You care for my niece very much.”


    Axel froze again. “You…”


    “Yes,” Finley said, smiling. “I am your wife’s uncle.”


    Axel stared at him, speechless.


    “So… Uncle Theo’s sister,” Axel said slowly, testing the words, “is Evelyn’s grandmother?”


    Finley nodded.


    For a long moment, Axel said nothing. His mind reyed every conversation he had with Evelyn, about her past, her family she was looking for, the family that matched her DNA.


    And now,


    The truth had been standing in front of him all along, and he had never seen iting.


    Before he could form a response, the door behind him opened.


    “Axel,” Evelyn said, her tone half curious, half amused, “why are you blocking Uncle Finley outside?”


    She stepped forward and smiled brightly when she saw Finley. “Wee, Uncle. Pleasee in.”


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    Finleyughed, clearly pleased, and stepped past Axel after giving his shoulder another friendly pat.


    “Thank you, Evelyn. Your husband looks like he has just seen a ghost.”


    Axel muttered under his breath, “Something like that.” He follows them inside and leans in to Evelyn, “Why didn’t you tell me your Uncle is Finley Morgan?”


    “I want to surprise you…” Evelyn shot him a yful look before closing the door and guiding Finley inside.


    The moment Finley entered the living room, his steps slowed.


    Standing near the sofa was a small boy with neatlybed hair and wide, curious


    eyes.


    Oliver stared at the stranger with shirt.


    ascination, his fingers clutching the hem of his


    “Eve,” Finley said quietly, disbelief slipping into his voice, “this is…”


    “My son,” Evelyn said softly, her hand resting on Oliver’s shoulder. “Oliver. He is four.”


    Axel leaned closer to Finley and whispered, “He is my son. Evelyn’s and mine.”


    “You did not tell me this.” Finley turned to Axel, then Evelyn, genuinely stunned.


    Evelyn smiled apologetically. “I did not think the timing was right earlier.”


    Finley looked back at Oliver, his expression softening almost instantly.


    “Oliver,” Evelyn said gently, nudging him forward, e and greet your Grandpa Finley.”


    Oliver hesitated, then took a small step forward. “Hello,” he said shyly. “G–Grandpa Finley, my name is Oliver Taylor Knight. I’m four…” He raised his hand and showed his four fingers.


    Finley crouched slightly to meet him at eye level. “Hello, Oliver. It is very nice to meet you finally!”


    Oliver studied him thoughtfully. “Mommy said I have many grandpas.”


    Finleyughed, surprised. “Is that so?”


    “Yes,” Oliver said, nodding. “But you are new.”


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    Axel covered his mouth to hide a grin. Evelyn cleared her throat, trying not tough.


    “I am honored,” Finley said solemnly. “Being a new grandpa sounds like a significant role.”


    “Do you bring cookies?” Oliver asks seriously.


    Finley burst outughing. “I should have prepared better.”


    Axel finally rxed, the tension melting away as he watched the interaction.


    The sight of Finley Morgan kneeling in his living room, negotiating cookie privileges with his son, was something he never imagined he would witness.


    They moved to the sofa soon after, Oliver sitting close to Evelyn while Finley took the armchair across from them.


    Axel sits on Oliver’s other side, still adjusting to the surreal turn of events.


    “So,” Finley said lightly, “you have a beautiful home. And a beautiful family.”


    Axel nodded. “Thank you.”


    Oliver peeked at Finley again. “Grandpa Finley, do you like donuts?”


    Finley smiled. “Very much.”


    “Good,” Oliver said seriously. “Then you cane again.”


    Evelynughed softly. “He has strict guest requirements.”


    “I can see that,” Finley replied warmly.


    “This is just our vacation house,” Axel exined. “We are now living in ris.”


    “I hope to visit your house, Axel.”


    “Sure. You can visit us anytime.”


    As the conversation continued, the initial awkwardness faded.


    Finley asked Oliver about his toys, his favorite animals, and whether he liked living in


    ris.


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    Sara Lili


    <strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.