Chapter 101 We Are Not Suited for Each Other
Dermot remained silent for a long time. Right when Evelyn thought he was definitely going to get angry again, he suddenly said, "I'll pick you up for the banquet tomorrow."
"No, thanks," Evelyn refused. Under Dermot's murderous gaze, she said, "I've already made plans with Keith."
In short, you're too late in asking me out.
She saw Dermot's chest heaving violently and estimated that he was on the verge of anger.
After a long while, just when Evelyn thought he wouldn't say anything anymore, Dermot finally said, "Alright then, I'll wait for you at the banquet."
Evelyn didn't say anything else to provoke him. After all, there was no benefit in offending Dermot; she just wanted to keep distance with this man.
She ate her grilled skewers and asked him, "Weren't you with Natalie?"
"Who said I was with her?" Dermot immediately refuted, explaining, "We just grew up together since childhood, at most we're good friends."
He didn't know what liking someone meant before, so he became close with Natalie. At that time, everyone thought they would end up together, including Dermot himself.
He felt nothing about it. Anyway, he had no expectations for love or marriage, so even if he were to marry Natalie, he wouldn't object.
It didn't matter who he married; Natalie and him were quite familiar with each other, and the Barns family could also help the Doyle family to some extent.
But then, unexpectedly, Evelyn suddenly appeared, a woman he completely didn't know.
"Grew up together since childhood, isn't that childhood sweethearts?" Evelyn laughed and teased, "Why don't you be with her?"
"I don't like her." After meeting Evelyn, he realized what it meant to like someone.
Evelyn shrugged, looking unconvinced.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Evelyn asked, seeing Dermot hadn't touched any of the skewers.
Dermot shook his head and said, "It's unhygienic."
"You have a weak stomach. You should eat less of this kind of thing," he reminded again.
Evelyn, on the other hand, seemed indifferent and half-smiling as she said, "So, you see, we are not suited for each other. Even our lifestyles are different, we have no common language."
Dermot remained silent.
"You should think about it carefully. Maybe you don't really like me either. It's just your desire to conquer. Because I haven't been nice to you, you want to conquer me," she analyzed for him.
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Dermot pick up the skewer and forcefully ate it.
Seeing this, Evelyn sighed and said kindly, "You really don't have to force yourself. I was just making a metaphor, not saying that if you eat a skewer, we are the same."
"The taste is indeed good, no wonder you like it," Dermot suddenly spoke, not caring at all about what Evelyn said.
Fine, Evelyn didn't want to say anymore. Given enough time, this person would eventually give up.
After finishing the skewer, the two of them went back together. When Evelyn was about to open the door and go in, Dermot suddenly asked her, "So, does this mean that we have resolved our past grievances?"
"I guess so." Evelyn nodded, but then said, "Of course, I still won't like you."
"That's fine. There's still a long time for us. As long as you don't dislike me anymore, there will be plenty of opportunities," Dermot was very satisfied with the current situation.
Evelyn thought he was hopeless, opened the door, and immediately closed it without any hesitation.
Dermot's lips curled into a barely noticeable smile as he also opened the door and walked into the room.
The living room light turned on, revealing black walls that seemed to imprison people, making it difficult to breathe.
But Dermot seemed to not feel it. He was in a very good mood as he poured himself a glass of red wine and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the brightly lit street outside, feeling a trace of warmth in his heart.
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