Chapter 1272: One Room
The three of them were munching away, and Dermot kept his trap shut the whole time. He was there for one reason: to remind John that Evelyn was already taken, so he wouldn't say anything dumb.
After dinner, even though John was dragging his feet, Evelyn and Dermot took off, leaving him standing there, watching them bounce.
"Evelyn, I'm gonna bust my butt for you!" he silently promised, staring at her as she walked away.
In the car, Evelyn shot a look at Dermot. "Why'd you even tag along? Just for a free meal?"
"Why not? The grub there was pretty solid," Dermot chuckled, finding himself hilarious.
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Cut the crap. What's your real deal?"
"What deal? I just came to make sure John didn't get any funny ideas," Dermot said, raising an eyebrow.
Evelyn was taken aback, then just sighed. "Dermot, seriously? John's just a kid. What's going on in that head of yours?"
"A kid? He's 18." Dermot had done his homework and knew John was no baby.
Evelyn was at a loss for words, just feeling annoyed. "Even if he's eighteen, I still see him as a kid. He's way younger than me."
"Yeah, you see him as a kid, but how do you know he feels the same? He might be crushing on you," Dermot hinted, thinking it was obvious that John liked Evelyn.
But Dermot didn't dare to spell it out.
Evelyn didn't know how to deal with Dermot. She thought he was overthinking it. "Dermot, John just sees me as a sister. You're reading too much into it."
Seeing Evelyn getting a bit ticked off, Dermot decided to drop it. "Alright, my bad. I won't bring it up again, cool?"
"Wanna head home? Or feel like wandering around a bit?" Dermot quickly changed the subject. No point in arguing over John.
Evelyn was a bit miffed at first, but seeing Dermot let it go, she felt better.
"Let's wander a bit," she said.
Dermot was cool with it and told the driver to hit up the nearest food street, planning to stroll and snack with Evelyn.
They roamed the streets for ages and got back to Doyle Mansion super late. By then, Henry was already out cold.
"Mr. Doyle, Mrs. Doyle, your room's on the second floor," Bruce said.
Evelyn was momentarily thrown off. "One room?"
"Yeah, the other rooms are packed with stuff and haven't been sorted yet," Bruce lied without missing a beat.
It wasn't that the rooms were a mess; Henry had told him to make sure the two stayed in one room to "boost their relationship."
Not just Evelyn, even Dermot didn't buy it.
But Dermot knew what his grandpa was up to and didn't call him out. "One room's fine. Evelyn, you cool with that?"
He asked Evelyn on purpose, seeing if she'd say she wasn't.
Evelyn couldn't bring herself to say it, especially with Bruce watching. She suggested, "How about tidying up a room now?"
"It's super late, and cleaning up now might wake Mr. Henry Doyle. He's a light sleeper," Bruce said.
Evelyn rubbed her forehead, seeing through their game. "Alright, but make sure to tidy up a room tomorrow."
"Okay, I'll get the servants on it," Bruce sighed in relief. As long as they shared a room tonight. Tomorrow? Who knew what'd go down?
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