secret lover 177

In the chapter titled “177 Poor Liam,” the story revolves around Liam, who finds himself in a precarious situation after a conversation with Evelyn. She hints at his newfound online fame, leaving him confused and anxious. When he checks the internet, he discovers that he has become the center of attention due to his association with Evelyn, sparking rumors of a romantic relationship. This revelation fills Liam with dread as he realizes the potential repercussions from his boss, Axel, leading him to contemplate extreme measures to escape the impending confrontation.

As Liam grapples with his anxiety, Evelyn returns home to her son, Oliver. The warmth of their relationship contrasts sharply with Liam’s turmoil. Evelyn is filled with love and joy as she reconnects with Oliver, who expresses his desire to play the piano and his wish to visit the cabin to see the stars. Their playful banter highlights the innocence of childhood and the strong bond between mother and son, providing a momentary escape from the chaos surrounding them.

Evelyn’s thoughts briefly drift back to Liam, feeling guilty for the trouble he might be facing due to her actions. She sends a message to her husband, Axel, pleading for leniency towards Liam, showcasing her concern for him even amidst her own familial happiness. Axel’s quick response indicates his willingness to return home, further emphasizing the dynamics of their relationships and the underlying tension between personal and professional lives.

The chapter concludes with a sense of anticipation as Evelyn and Oliver prepare for their outing to the cabin, while Liam is left to face the consequences of the gossip that has spiraled out of his control. The contrasting emotions of joy in Evelyn’s home and dread in Liam’s situation create a compelling narrative that explores themes of love, responsibility, and unexpected fame.

**TITLE: Secret Lover**

**177 Poor Liam!**

“Deep trouble? What exactly do you mean by that, ma’am?” Liam inquired, his voice tinged with confusion.

Evelyn regarded him with a sweet smile, one that carried a hint of sympathy. It was the kind of look that made Liam feel both curious and uneasy.

“Let’s just say… you’ve become quite the sensation online,” she replied cryptically, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

His brows knitted together in confusion. “Sensation? What do you mean by that?”

“Yes,” she confirmed, her smile widening just a fraction. “You really should check the internet. I’ll be keeping you in my thoughts.”

With that, she elegantly exited the car, leaving him in a haze of uncertainty and intrigue.

Liam blinked rapidly, trying to process her words.

After a moment of hesitation, he pulled out his phone, his heart racing with apprehension.

A minute later, he found himself staring at the screen, his eyes wide as he absorbed the headlines that felt like a punch to the gut.

It was as if his very essence had been yanked from his body, leaving him feeling hollow.

“Oh, crap,” he exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Oh, crap, crap, crap…” He began scrolling furiously, each comment more damning than the last.

“Who’s the handsome guy walking alongside Evelyn Walters?”

“OMG! Is he giving off major bodyguard vibes? Is this a forbidden romance?”

“Wow, Evelyn Walters is back, taking charge of the company, and now she’s got a dashing man by her side. How lucky can she get?”

“Guys… Why am I witnessing real-life drama unfold right in front of my eyes?”

Liam’s complexion paled, dread pooling in his stomach.

“The boss is going to kill me. No… he’s going to bury me alive!”

He rubbed his face in despair, conjuring up images of Axel’s icy glare, that eerie calm before the storm of fury.

“Maybe I should fake my own death. Or better yet, relocate to Antarctica,” he muttered to himself, a desperate chuckle escaping his lips.

Just then, his phone buzzed, jolting him from his spiraling thoughts.

**18:41 C**

A message from Axel materialized on the screen.

“Come to my office. Now.” From: Big Boss

Liam’s grip tightened around his phone, his heart racing.

“Oh, I’m so dead,” he murmured, resignation washing over him.

With a heavy heart, he started the car, driving straight toward what felt like his impending doom.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Evelyn was stifling soft laughter, shaking her head at the chaos she had inadvertently caused.

“Poor Liam,” she whispered to herself, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “May the gods of gossip have mercy on him.”

As she stepped into the living room, her voice rang out, bright and warm.

“Oliver, Mommy’s home!”

From the couch, where a colorful cartoon blared at full volume, came the sweetest sound she could ever hope to hear.

“Mommy? Are you home?”

Her heart swelled with love, momentarily pushing aside the chaos swirling on the internet.

Evelyn barely had time to set down her purse before her little boy came barreling across the room, arms outstretched, his big hazel eyes sparkling with uncontainable joy.

She scooped him into her arms, holding him tight against her, his small arms wrapping around her neck, his soft hair brushing against her cheek.

“Oh, my darling,” she whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes! A lot…” Oliver nodded solemnly, his expression serious yet adorable.

Evelyn chuckled, lifting him effortlessly as she made her way toward the sofa.

She settled down, holding him close, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead.

“So, tell me, what did you do today, hmm? Was your piano lesson enjoyable?”

Oliver’s small shoulders drooped slightly. “My teacher said I did well, but… I still can’t play a complete song.”

Evelyn’s brows lifted, amusement creeping into her expression. “Oh? And that makes my big boy sad?”

**18:41**

**177 Poor Liam!**

He nodded again, pouting in a way that was simply irresistible. “I want to play for you and Daddy, but my fingers keep messing up!”

Evelyn laughed softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Sweetheart, you’re only four. I didn’t even touch a piano until I was seven.”

“Really?” His eyes widened with disbelief.

“Really,” she confirmed, her smile warm. “And let me tell you, I was terrible at first. I couldn’t remember which key was which, and I cried when my teacher made me perform in front of everyone.”

“You cried, Mommy?” he asked, blinking, as if he couldn’t fathom his mother ever crying.

“Hmm… I did, I was quite the crybaby,” she admitted dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. “So you see, Mommy was worse than you. But look at me now… I still can’t play well, so you’ve already won.”

Oliver erupted into laughter, his earlier frustration fading like mist. “You’re funny, Mommy.”

“I’m also right,” she said, playfully tickling his sides until he squealed with delight. “No rushing, okay? You’ll improve with time. Promise me you’ll enjoy learning for now.”

He nodded vigorously, determination shining in his eyes. “Okay, I promise.”

“Good boy,” she said, kissing him again, her heart swelling with affection.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Oliver suddenly piped up, “Mommy, can we go to the cabin today? Please?”

Evelyn blinked, surprised by the request.

“The cabin? You mean the one on the hill?”

“Yes! I want to see the stars there. And maybe Daddy can come later…?”

Her heart warmed at the thought. A peaceful evening at the cabin with her son sounded just perfect.

“Alright,” she agreed, brushing her thumb across his cheek. “We’ll drive there this afternoon. I’ll whip up dinner for us, and you can help me make dessert.”

“Really?” Oliver’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Can I make the cookies again?”

“Yes, Chef Oliver,” she teased, her laughter bubbling up. “But remember, no eating half the dough this time.”

He laughed so hard he nearly slipped off her lap, his joy infectious.

**177 Poor Liam!**

The two of them continued to chat, their conversation a delightful mix of giggles and innocent questions about stars and trees.

For those precious moments, Evelyn forgot all about the outside world, the gossip swirling around her and Liam. It was just her and her little boy, lost in their own little universe.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, she finally sent a message to Liam.

“Please prepare the car. I want to go to the cabin with Oliver this afternoon.”

A few seconds later, a reply flashed on her screen.

“Sorry, Ma’am. I’m at the office right now. But I’ll ask someone to prepare the car for you.” From: Liam

Evelyn frowned, her thumbs hovering over the screen, her mind racing.

The office?

That meant Axel had likely pulled him in for “a talk.” She sighed, a wave of guilt washing over her.

Poor Liam. He must be facing the wrath of her jealous husband.

Without a second thought, she opened a new chat.

“Axel, please don’t punish Liam. He didn’t do anything wrong.”

Silence.

She waited, tapping her fingers impatiently on the phone screen.

Still nothing.

Her lips pressed together as she typed again.

“I’m heading to the cabin with Oliver. Come home faster. I’ll cook tonight. Love you!”

This time, the response came almost instantly.

“I’m on my way!” From: Hubby

Evelyn blinked, then burst out laughing. “So fast?”

Oliver tilted his head, confusion etched on his little face.

“What’s funny, Mommy?”

“Daddy,” she said, her grin broadening playfully. “He’s in a hurry to come home, that’s all.”

**177 Poor Liam!**

“Yay! Daddy will eat cookies too!” Oliver exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.

Evelyn laughed again, pulling him into a warm embrace.

“Yes, Daddy will eat cookies too.”

In the wake of the chaos that enveloped Liam, a profound sense of vulnerability settled over him. The unexpected whirlwind of gossip had thrust him into an uncomfortable spotlight, leaving him grappling with the fear of his boss’s wrath and the weight of public scrutiny. As he drove toward the office, his heart raced with a mix of dread and resignation, haunted by the potential consequences of Evelyn’s playful mischief. Yet, amidst his turmoil, there was a flicker of hope that perhaps this incident could lead to a deeper understanding between him and Evelyn, a bond forged not just in secrecy but in the shared trials of navigating their complicated lives.

Meanwhile, Evelyn found solace in the simple joys of motherhood, her laughter echoing through the walls of their home as she embraced the warmth of her son’s presence. The chaos of the outside world faded into the background as she focused on her little boy, cherishing their moments together and the promise of a peaceful evening at the cabin. In that sanctuary, she hoped to bridge the gap between her two worlds, inviting both Liam and Axel into a space where love and laughter could prevail over misunderstandings. As she prepared for their family outing, Evelyn’s heart swelled with optimism, believing that despite the challenges they faced, there was a chance for reconciliation and unity amidst the chaos.

In the next chapter of “Secret Lover,” readers can expect a whirlwind of emotions as Liam braces himself for the inevitable confrontation with Axel. The tension will be palpable as he navigates the storm of gossip swirling around him, uncertain of how Axel will react to the scandal that has erupted online. Will he face the wrath of his boss, or will there be an unexpected twist that changes the dynamic between them? The stakes are high, and Liam’s fate hangs in the balance as he prepares for what could be the most daunting meeting of his career.

Meanwhile, Evelyn’s plans for a peaceful evening at the cabin with Oliver will be juxtaposed against the chaos brewing in the office. As she attempts to create a serene atmosphere for her son, the shadow of Liam’s predicament looms large. Will Axel’s arrival at the cabin bring harmony or further turmoil? Readers will be left on the edge of their seats, wondering how the threads of gossip, family, and loyalty will intertwine. With the promise of heartfelt moments and unexpected revelations, the next chapter is sure to deliver a captivating blend of drama and tenderness that keeps everyone guessing.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.