Chapter 520 Maybe He Just Wants to Make Amends
Lucia couldn't believe anyone dared speak to her that way these days.
Looking from Dermot to Evelyn, she couldn't spot a hint of respect for her, a lady of the Kyte family, on either of their faces.
At that moment, Lucia felt like a joke.
"Fine, very well! I'll remember this," nodded Lucia, biting down on her teeth, struggling to maintain her composure.
She was still unsure of Dermot's true status and dared not confront him directly, but she wasn't going to let this slide.
If he turned out to be from some secretive influential family, she might reconsider; however, if he was a nobody...
Lucia had already concocted a hundred ways in her mind to make him pay.
With a huff, she stormed out of the shop, and her few remaining friends, too intimidated to stay after witnessing Lucia's concession, quickly followed suit.
Once everyone had gone, the private room was left with just Evelyn and Dermot, enveloped in a sudden tranquility.
Evelyn, holding the box, didn't feel as joyful as she had seemed when facing Lucia.
"What do you think his intentions are? Does he really value me that much?" Evelyn had never seen herself as someone special. Both she and Lucia were his daughters, but Lucia had grown up by Blake's side. It would make sense for him to favor Lucia more.
Dermot glanced at the box in Evelyn's hand, then said, "Maybe he truly wants to make it up to you."
"Make amends?" Evelyn chuckled lightly, "Too bad that's the last thing I need."
Had Blake, her father, shown up earlier in life, maybe she wouldn't feel such animosity towards him, but now...
It seemed too late.
"Evey, it's okay. Acknowledge him if you want, or don't—it's your call. I can protect you without him," Dermot said, wanting to ease any burden she might feel.
At that, Evelyn chuckled, "You're as confident as ever."
She wondered where Dermot's confidence came from. Here in Columbia, the Doyle family was just a branch operation, barely making a blip on the radar. Where did he get the courage to say he could protect her?
Of course, she didn't voice these concerns because she knew Dermot was looking out for her best interest.
"Trust me, if I say I can do it, I'll make it happen." Dermot had silently started making preparations once he knew Evelyn planned to relocate the company headquarters to Columbia.
He once thought being a big shot in Moris City was pretty good, but the harsh reality taught him there was so much more to do—feeling like a captain of a small boat in the open sea, he realized he might not be able to shield her from every storm.
Evelyn put away the box, deciding not to dwell on the subject. "Are you going to the party tonight?"
"Yeah," Dermot nodded, aware of the Doyle family's subtle influence even with just a branch in Columbia.
"Maybe... together?" Evelyn asked tentatively.
Dermot shook his head, "You should be there with your father tonight."
He knew Evelyn would be the evening's focal point. Showing up with him might invite unwarranted underestimation.
Maybe she didn't care, but it mattered to Dermot.
As he insisted, Evelyn didn't push further. "Alright, then... I won't join you."
"No worries, I'll see you there," Dermot said, as he gently fixed a stray strand of her hair.
His warm hand brushed Evelyn's cheek, and they both paused, hearts racing.
Lifting her gaze to meet his, the air crackled with unspoken tension.
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