Chapter 570 I Don't Think So
As Evelyn slid into the passenger seat of Dermot's car, a wave of drowsiness washed over her. Perhaps it was a testament to the trust she had in her companion, but she succumbed to the pull of sleep without a moment's hesitation.
Dermot, respectful of her slumber, adjusted his driving accordingly. He slowed the car's speed, ensuring a smooth ride. Yet, no matter how leisurely the journey, the destination was always inevitable.
Caught in a moment of indecision, Dermot contemplated whether to carry Evelyn inside or allow her to wake naturally in the car. However, she stirred, slowly regaining consciousness.
"Sorry, I fell asleep," Evelyn murmured, her voice tinged with embarrassment. She was uncertain of how long Dermot had been waiting patiently.
Dermot, seemingly unperturbed, exited the car and opened the door for her. "Go get some rest," he suggested.
With Dermot's assistance, Evelyn managed to walk into the neighborhood and up to her front door. Yet, she didn't rush to enter. Blake was still at her place, and she knew that if she went inside now, she wouldn't have a chance to converse with Dermot.
Perhaps it was the alcohol that prompted her to ask, "Can I come over to your place for a bit?"
Dermot, momentarily surprised, recovered quickly. "Sure," he agreed.
Following him inside, Evelyn was immediately comforted by the cozy decor of Dermot's home. She felt at ease, comfortably settled on his couch.
He offered her a glass of water and took a seat beside her. "Not heading back? Is there something on your mind?" he asked.
"It's nothing, really," Evelyn replied, taking a sip of her water. She felt a bit awkward, unsure why she preferred Dermot's company over the solitude of her own home.
It was as if Dermot could see right through her. He teased, "Can't bear to part with me?"
Her cheeks flushed a deep red, she quickly denied it. "Who can't bear to part with you? Dermot, don't be so full of yourself, okay?"
"Okay, I won't be. Let's just say I'm the one who can't bear it, happy now?" Dermot didn't argue with her. The outcome was the same either way.
Evelyn's face turned an even deeper shade of red at his words. She avoided his gaze and quickly changed the subject. "Did you visit Grandpa today?"
"No, I didn't get the chance. I'll go tomorrow," he replied. His day had been consumed by work at the office, leaving no time for a visit to the family mansion.
Moreover, Benjamin was at the mansion, and Dermot had no desire to see him.
Evelyn nodded in understanding. "What will happen to Grandpa if you go to Colombia?"
"Once things settle down there, I'll bring him over. To him, it doesn't matter where he is as long as he's with me," Dermot assured her, seeing no issue with the plan.
If Grandpa Doyle truly didn't want to accompany him to Colombia, Dermot was open to leaving him behind in Moris City. The staff at Doyle Mansion was more than capable and experienced enough to take good care of the old man.
Evelyn's concerns were alleviated upon hearing his arrangements. "Have you been swamped lately?" she asked.
Between dealing with the provocations from the Roberts family and moving the headquarters, Dermot had been far busier than her. He couldn't simply delegate everything. Some tasks required his personal attention.
"It's manageable, especially since it's all in the effort to be closer to you. I think it's worth it," he confessed, his gaze filled with affection.
Evelyn's heartbeat quickened under the intensity of his stare. "Really worth it? If it were me, I wouldn't think so," she admitted.
The idea of investing so much for someone without the assurance of being together—it hardly seemed worth it to her.
"For me, it is. If it brings me closer to you, I am willing to do whatever it takes," Dermot declared, his conviction unwavering.
Evelyn, searching his eyes, finally voiced a lingering question. "Dermot, what exactly do you like about me?"
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