Chapter 58 No Time Everyday
Suddenly, he remembered the last time he went to Doyle Mansion, when Bruce mentioned Ms. Kyte had come. At that time, he thought it was Ms. Kite from the Kite family, but now it was clear...
It was definitely Evelyn.
In an instant, he also remembered Evelyn saying that she didn't like people with the Doyle surname, that her ex-husband had the surname Doyle, and that they hadn't seen each other for two years after their marriage.
And he hadn’t understood what Ruby Kite from the Kite family said. Now, he understood it all.
It turned out that there were signs all along. He just never thought in that way.
He didn't know when the call was disconnected, nor did he know when he found himself in front of Evelyn's door again.
Raising his hand, wanting to knock on the door, but ultimately lacking the courage to do so.
The next day, Evelyn left to go to work.
Looking down, she saw a cigarette butt on the ground by her door, and couldn't help but complain, "Who was so impolite to throw a cigarette butt at my doorstep?"
Across from her, Dermot, who was preparing for a chance encounter, froze.
It wasn't until Evelyn entered the elevator that Dermot hurriedly caught up and boarded the same elevator.
Seeing him, Evelyn's face immediately turned dark.
She turned her head to the side, ignoring Dermot's presence.
"It was my flaut yesterday. You also slapped me, so we're even," Dermot thought of a hundred ways to torment Evelyn when he was the one who got slapped, but...
After receiving that call from Craig, all of his anger disappeared, and he didn't even know what kind of attitude he should have in front of Evelyn.
When he mentioned that he wasn't going to hold the slap against her, Evelyn was also somewhat surprised. When did this man become so forgiving?
She was already prepared to have a big argument with Dermot, but he said they were even.
"It’s Saturday today. Do you have any plans? Let's have dinner together" he spoke again, surprisingly kind in his attitude.
Evelyn was once again taken aback. Could it be that this person had been controlled by a ghost? Otherwise, how could he be so different in just one night?
He changed quite a lot. Although she thought so in her heart, she still replied coldly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Doyle. I have to work today."
"It's Saturday. No needs to work," Dermot said.
"That's you. I'm not that lucky." She glanced at him, knowing that there are still rounds to be done at the hospital on weekends.
Hearing her unfriendly tone, Dermot wasn't annoyed. He simply said, "I just invested in Moris Hospital, and now I am the largest shareholder. When I say we have a vacation, we'll have a vacation."
Upon hearing this, Evelyn was shocked and speechless.
At that moment, her phone rang. She looked at it and saw that it was the hospital director calling, so she quickly answered the call.
Soon, she hung up the phone, and her eyes toward Dermot became even stranger.
The hospital director told her that she would have weekends off from now on. Unless there was an emergency at the hospital, she wouldn't be suddenly called in.
"Any free time?" the man asked again, knowing that Evelyn had received the hospital noticed.
While sighing at the benefits of being rich, Evelyn didn't hesitate to refuse, "I don't have time. I can stay busy with other things even without work."
After all, anything is better than having dinner with Dermot.
Why should he just act like that? Who does he think he is?
A slap is far from satisfying enough.
Just when Evelyn thought her rejection would anger him again, she saw him shaking his head helplessly. "Alright, then you can stay busy. I'll make another appointment with you another day."
"I don't have time another day," she said.
"I haven't mentioned which day yet."
"I’m busy every day." In plain terms, she didn't want to have dinner with Dermot.
Dermot wasn't stupid. He understood the meaning. Despite telling himself not to be provoked by her before going out, he still couldn't control his anger at this moment.
Luckily, Evelyn didn't give him that chance.
As soon as the elevator reached the first floor, she walked straight out, hailed a taxi, and disappeared from Dermot's sight.
Now, Dermot didn't know who to be angry with.
"Mr. Doyle," Todd spoke up as the car stopped in front of Dermot.
Instantly, Todd felt a chill coming towards him, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Did he...do something wrong recently?
Why did he feel like the president's gaze towards him wasn't quite right?
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