Chapter 1009: You Don't Need to Explain to Me
Once Evelyn's hair was dry, Dermot asked, "Had dinner yet?"
"Not yet." She'd just left the hospital, planning to shower and crash. She hadn't slept well lately.
"I'll cook for you," Dermot said, heading to the kitchen.
Evelyn quickly stopped him. "Nah, there's not much food here. Let's just order takeout."
She could smell the alcohol on him and knew he was tired too. She didn't want him to cook.
"Alright," Dermot agreed. He was feeling dizzy but would've cooked if she needed it.
Back in the living room, Dermot closed the door and said, "Be more careful next time. What if it wasn't me who came in? That could be dangerous."
"Yeah, I know," Evelyn nodded. She usually wasn't this careless; she must've been really exhausted.
Evelyn felt conflicted. Should she tell Dermot or not?
If she told him, he might get upset. If she didn't, he'd find out eventually.
Dermot sensed her hesitation. "What's wrong? Did something happen with Joshua again?"
"No, same as before," Evelyn replied.
"Then why do you look so troubled?" Dermot trusted his gut. Something was off with Evelyn.
After a moment, Evelyn said, "Tomorrow, I have to move to Joshua's villa to take care of him."
Dermot's gaze turned cold, and Evelyn felt a chill.
"Sorry, I have to..."
"I get it; you don't need to explain," Dermot cut her off, chuckling lightly. "You're free. I can't say anything."
If Evelyn were his girlfriend, maybe he could object. But she wasn't.
"Dermot, I'm just taking care of him, nothing else," Evelyn explained.
But her words didn't comfort Dermot. "Yeah, just taking care of him, but it'll last a lifetime."
How was this different from marrying Joshua? Just missing a marriage certificate.
Evelyn stayed silent. She felt bad for Dermot and knew he was hurting.
"By the way, the doctor I found will be in Golombia tomorrow. Let him check Joshua; maybe there's hope," Dermot said, clinging to a slim chance.
"Okay, I'll talk to him," Evelyn nodded. She hoped Joshua could recover too.
Silence fell again, heavier than before.
The doorbell rang, and Dermot got up to get the takeout.
He brought it back, opened the boxes, and set them in front of Evelyn. "Eat something, then rest."
"Okay, let's eat together," Evelyn said.
Dermot didn't refuse. He didn't know if they'd have another meal together like this.
He wanted to cherish it.
But it hurt inside.
They ate in silence.
Neither liked it, but neither knew what to say to change it.
So they stayed silent.
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