Chapter 130 Thanks to You
Evelyn saw the message Dermot sent, but she didn't reply.
She didn't know what to say, and she didn't want to have anything to do with that man, let alone forgive him.
Just the thought that Dermot was living across from her and she might run into him when she went out was enough to make her feel disgusted.
She got up from the bed and walked to the closet.
Start packing up clothes, it seems that she can't live in Barberts Apartment anymore.
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The next day
Evelyn came out of the room dragging her luggage. Dermot was coming out as well. She couldn't help but complain about her bad luck in her heart and didn't look at him, intending to leave.
However, Dermot was the first to notice the suitcase in her hand, his face changed, "Are you going on a trip?"
Evelyn didn't answer and had walked to the elevator.
"Answer my question," Dermot said with a dark face, stopping, giving her the feeling that she wouldn't be able to go anywhere if she didn't explain clearly.
Evelyn was speechless, she raised her eyes and glared at him, "Isn't it allowed to move?"
"Why move? Don't you like it here?" Dermot asked.
However, Evelyn just glanced at him and said, "Everything about Barberts Apartment is fine. It's just that there is someone I don't like living across from me."
She was outspoken, and Dermot's expression was dark.
"Mr. Doyle, please move aside," when the elevator arrived, Evelyn pushed the man, her tone not pleasant.
Dermot didn't move, he stared at Evelyn for a long time before reluctantly saying, "If you just don't want to see me, then you don't have to move, I'll move."
Evelyn was surprised and disbelieving, "You'll move?"
"Yes," the man said to her, "I'm planning on moving back to Doyle Manor. I apologize for leaving you alone there for two years."
Evelyn didn't mind, and when she heard that he was going to move, her mood improved a lot. "No need, Doyle Manor is not bad."
Evelyn had to admit that she had a pretty good time living there.
"Is that so?" Dermot raised an eyebrow and looked at her, asking, "If you like it, you can move in anytime."
Evelyn felt a little embarrassed.
Unless she was out of her mind, there was no way she would go back to live there.
Dermot didn't think she would go back to live there either, he just said it, "Let me help you take it back."
"No need..."
Before the refusal could come out, the suitcase had ended up in Dermot's hands, and Evelyn could only watch as he carried the suitcase back to the room door.
The door opened. Dermot carried the luggage inside, "Have you had breakfast?"
Evelyn shook her head, she had just woken up and was busy moving, where would she have time to eat breakfast?
"I'll make it, what do you want to eat?" As he said that, the man had walked towards the kitchen, but Evelyn was still stunned in place.
"Noodles, okay?" Dermot stuck his head out of the kitchen, wearing Evelyn's pink apron, which looked out of place.
Evelyn mumbled in a daze, feeling that this scene was surreal.
Dermot was going to cook breakfast for her?
The key point is, this man knows how to cook breakfast?
But what about Dermot, the distinguished young master of the Doyle family, who is known for his elegance and has never dipped his fingers in menial tasks? How could she not believe that he was making breakfast? Nevertheless, there was commotion coming from the kitchen. When Evelyn walked in, she saw Dermot skillfully beating eggs with one hand, looking like a true family cook.
"You... can cook?" Her curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn't help but ask.
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