Chapter 926: What a Surprise
When Dermot got to the neighborhood, he didn't even go home. He went straight to Evelyn's door and knocked.
Evelyn opened the door, not surprised to see him. "Come in and have dinner."
Dermot walked in and saw the table set with food. "You made this?"
"No, it's the takeout you ordered." Evelyn admitted. She just reheated it.
Dermot frowned. "You didn't eat?"
"I did," Evelyn said, glancing at him. "Joshua heard I moved and came to check on me. I ate with him."
Dermot's face darkened. So, she didn't reply to his message because she was having dinner with Joshua.
"It's just a meal; don't overthink it," Evelyn explained, seeing his displeasure.
Jealous, Dermot snorted, "Seriously? It's not me overthinking; it's you oversimplifying."
He didn't believe Evelyn was clueless about Joshua's intentions. What seemed like a regular meal was probably more to Joshua.
Evelyn rolled her eyes and changed the subject. "Are you eating or not? If not, I'll throw it away."
"Why wouldn't I eat!" Dermot said, thinking if Joshua could eat at Evelyn's place, so could he.
He sat down and started eating.
Evelyn didn't know what to say. "You don't need to eat so fast; no one is going to take it from you."
"Oh," Dermot replied but didn't slow down.
Evelyn sighed and sat opposite him. "Eating too fast can mess up your digestion."
"Really? I don't think so," Dermot said but slowed down a bit.
"Seriously? Are you a doctor?" Evelyn rolled her eyes. She had never seen Dermot this stubborn before.
Dermot stayed silent and kept eating, albeit more slowly.
Evelyn watched him finish his meal.
When he was done, she got up to pour him a glass of water. "Have some water."
"Thanks," Dermot said.
"Mr. Doyle, saying thank you? That's a surprise," Evelyn teased. She rarely heard him say thank you.
Dermot almost choked on his water. "Am I really that rude?"
"Yeah, I don't think you have a clue about manners," Evelyn said. Dermot, being at the top of the social ladder, was used to people being polite to him, and he did as he pleased.
It wasn't really his fault; he was born into it.
Feeling jabbed, Dermot said, "You're wrong. I just think only a few people deserve my politeness."
Evelyn was speechless.
Didn't that say it all?
Did politeness need to be selective?
"I don't want to argue about this; it's pointless," Evelyn said. Considering Dermot's upbringing, debating this was futile. A few words from her wouldn't change his perspective.
But Dermot was persistent. "Do you think I should be polite to everyone?"
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