Chapter 488 Do You Feel Better?
Evelyn didn't know what he was thinking, and if she did... she would probably be speechless.
They walked to the hospital entrance, and seeing that Geoffrey intended to follow further, Evelyn grew annoyed: "Do you need something? I'm tired and want to rest. If you don't have anything else, you should get back to your work."
She thought she had made herself clear enough.
"It's not really anything urgent, but I thought, as alumni, I should at least invite you for a meal now that you're in Columbia," Geoffrey said with a smile, oblivious to how obsequious he appeared.
Evelyn, feeling repulsed, managed not to show her annoyance: "No need, thanks for the offer."
"Of course, of course," Geoffrey continued, oblivious to her irritation, blocking her way without any intention of letting her leave.
Evelyn's fists clenched involuntarily, but in the end, she didn't swing.
Alumna!
She had to endure it, otherwise, the dean might nag her again.
"Maybe some other time," Evelyn said dismissively, "I'm leaving now."
With that, she walked past Geoffrey, hailed a taxi at the curb, and left.
Watching her leave, Geoffrey felt a bit sour. Not just in Moris City, but even here in Colombia, plenty of women pursued him at the hospital; yet, none had ever disregarded him like this.
But then he thought, Evelyn hadn't outright rejected him. Did that mean she was actually interested in him?
With this thought, Geoffrey felt much better.
He told himself, of course, who wouldn't like someone as outstanding as him?
Evelyn, now gone, was unaware of Geoffrey's thoughts.
Back at the hotel, after a shower and lying on the bed, Evelyn's fatigue began to fade, and she couldn't help but think about her next steps.
The Baker family's matter was resolved, and now it was time to consider whether to visit the Kyte family, to find her biological father.
She had no interest in returning to the Kyte family, but she was curious about what had happened in the past and whether her mother was still alive.
If she didn't figure these things out, she felt she'd be haunted by them for life.
Just then, her phone rang – it was Dermot calling.
"Hello?" Dermot's voice came through, "How did the surgery go?"
"It went well. Whether he wakes up depends on Grandpa Doyle himself," Evelyn replied.
Dermot wasn't surprised; in his eyes, Evelyn was always the best.
"Are you getting used to Colombia?" Dermot asked, not really knowing what else to say, but not wanting to hang up so soon. He wanted to hear more of Evelyn's voice.
Evelyn knew what he was thinking but didn't call him out: "It's okay, but the food here isn't as good as in Moris City."
"Then come back soon, and I'll take you to eat something delicious," Dermot suggested.
Evelyn agreed, and there was silence again.
After a while, Evelyn asked, "Have you been continuing to see a psychologist?"
"Yes, I have," Dermot nodded, "Why do you ask all of a sudden?"
"Do you feel it's helping? I mean, do you feel any improvement?" To her, it seemed like Dermot hadn't improved at all.
Even though Dermot was very kind to her now, speaking gently and always thinking of her, it was this very behavior that made Evelyn feel it was abnormal.
That was Dermot, a busy man; he shouldn't have so much time to devote to her.
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