Mr. Mafia, Your Baby Girl is Six Years Older Than Me Chapter 07

Mr. Mafia, Your Baby Girl is Six Years Older Than Me Chapter 07

Evelyn’s POV

Life at the Antarctic research station turned out to be more fulfilling than I’d ever imagined.

Every day was a blur of sample collection, lab work, and report writing. No time to look back. No room for ghosts.

Before I knew it, a full month had slipped by.

Emma barged into my quarters with a stack of data sheets under her arm.

“Evelyn, you’re a machine. You ran through all this in one night?”

I didn’t look up from the specimen tray under my microscope.

“Your efficiency’s the problem. It looks thick, but half of it’s unusable.”

She grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet.

“Machine or not, you still need to eat. You’ve been at it all morning—you planning to run on motor oil?”

She dragged me to the mess hall, and despite myself, I felt warm inside.

Last week, the station director had put me in charge of a new project. Busy didn’t even begin to cover it. But the satisfaction that came from the work—from the results—outweighed everything.

Here, I felt like I’d found myself again. The version from college. Confident. Sharp. Shining.

We’d just started eating when Sebastian, a senior researcher from my team, slid into the seat across from us. He set two cups of hot cocoa on the table.

“Hard to catch you two at mealtime.”

Emma shot me a knowing wink and grinned at him.

“Hard to catch us, or hard to catch Evelyn? Sebastian, it’s been years, and you’re still this subtle?”

I kicked Emma under the table, shooting her a mortified look.

Sebastian had been a senior at the same university—my senior. He’d confessed his feelings to me back then. I turned him down without a second thought. Don Anderson already had me wrapped around his finger.

Never thought I’d run into him again, halfway across the world, in this frozen wasteland.

“She’s joking. Don’t mind her. It’s been forever, right?” I tried to smooth it over, not noticing the tips of Sebastian’s ears going pink.

We ended up in the same research group. He was dependable—solid skills, sharp instincts. Helped me settle in when I first arrived. I appreciated him for it.

I thought my life would just keep going—quiet, productive, steady.

Then one afternoon, I walked out of the lab and saw him standing in the main hall.

Don Anderson.

He looked like he’d been dragged through hell. Gaunt. Unshaven.
Dark circles carved under his eyes like bruises.

The moment he spotted me, his whole face lit up.

“Evelyn… I searched everywhere for you. How could you come to a place like this? It’s freezing out here.”

“Even if you’re upset, you don’t have to punish yourself like this. I know I was wrong. Come back home with me, please?”

He reached for my hand.

I stepped back before his fingers could touch mine. My voice was flat.

“Don Anderson. Have some respect for yourself. We’re already divorced.”

“This place is better for me. A thousand times better than that tomb in New York.”

My distance shook him. He pulled out the divorce decree, desperate.

“Look, Olivia and I are done. I filed. Please don’t be angry anymore.”

“I know about the baby. I’m so sorry to you and our kid. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I’ll love you the way you deserve.”

My face didn’t move. Not a ripple.

“What you do doesn’t concern me. The child is gone. Your guilt changes nothing.”

“If there’s nothing else, I have work to do.”

I turned and walked away.

“Evelyn—wait—”

I didn’t stop. I went straight into my office and shut the door.

Through the glass panel, I watched him stand there. Stunned. Rooted to the spot.

He didn’t leave for the rest of the afternoon.