Chapter 561 Don't Let Him Fool You
The sight of Blake caught Dermot off guard, but he quickly regained his composure. With a smile, he greeted, "Hello, Uncle."
Blake was momentarily lost for words. "Uncle? Don't start with that nonsense. And don't try to buddy up with me," he retorted, his disdain for Dermot clear in his voice.
His dislike for Dermot wasn't merely due to the man's marriage and subsequent divorce from his daughter, Evelyn. Dermot's audacity, as evidenced by a rumored altercation with Lucia in Colombia, also irked him. He demonstrated a clear lack of self-awareness. If not for Evelyn, Blake would have taken matters into his own hands long ago.
Unfazed by the cold reception, Dermot maintained his smile. "You're Evey's father, so naturally, I should address you as Uncle."
With that, Dermot confidently made his way into the living room, arms full of groceries. He headed straight for the kitchen, a place he was familiar with from his many previous visits when he cooked for Evelyn.
Blake was left dumbstruck. Dermot's familiarity with his home revealed the continued interactions between him and Evelyn. Displeased, he turned to his daughter, "I thought you two weren't an item?"
"We're not, that's true," Evelyn confirmed, her voice devoid of any deceit.
"Rest assured, Evey and I are just friends, nothing more," Dermot reassured, poking his head out from the kitchen.
'Just friends?' Blake thought contemptuously. 'Since when does 'just friends' bring over groceries to cook?'
However, curiosity got the better of him, and he followed Dermot into the kitchen. "Can you actually cook?"
"Of course he can. His cooking is amazing. You'll see," Evelyn chimed in, praising Dermot's culinary skills.
Blake, observing her defense of Dermot, suspected that his charm was somehow tied to his cooking. How else could Evelyn be so devoted to him?
"Evey, you keep your father company in the living room," Dermot suggested, gesturing for them to leave the kitchen.
Evelyn nodded but looked worried. "Are you sure you've got this?" She saw the ambitious spread Dermot had planned and thought to lend him a hand.
"Don't worry, I've got it covered," he assured her. If there was one thing he was confident about, it was his cooking prowess.
Reassured, Evelyn didn't say anything more. She led Blake out of the kitchen, leaving Dermot to his culinary endeavors.
In the living room, Evelyn tried to clarify Blake's misconceptions. "You've got the wrong idea about him. The divorce wasn't his fault."
"Whose fault was it then? Evelyn, don't let him fool you," Blake responded, visibly distressed. He feared his daughter was starting to speak on Dermot's behalf. "You say you're not with him, but it feels like you're setting the stage for exactly that."
Left with no other choice, Evelyn recounted the whole story. She emphasized that during the first two years of their marriage, Dermot hadn't even really known her, let alone touched her.
Blake grasped the implication of her words — Dermot was better, unlike him, who didn't love Dora but still had a child with her. However, this was the first time he was hearing the truth about Evelyn and Dermot's previous marriage.
Blake found himself sympathizing with Evelyn's grandfather's actions. After all, no one knew when Evelyn would be taken back home. Her grandfather must have been concerned about her future well-being, so he arranged a marriage for her to a prominent family in Moris City, hoping it would provide her with lifelong protection.
Perhaps her grandfather never anticipated how things would unfold.
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