Chapter 7 I'm Divorced

At night, Pera Restaurant was bustling with activity. The entire neurosurgery team gathered here for dinner to welcome Evelyn.

"Here's to Dr. Kyte. May she lead our Moris Hospital's neurosurgery department to new heights," declared the department director. He was not skilled in surgery but had climbed the ranks through seniority.

Initially, he was displeased about a new deputy director parachuting in, but he soon realized that the flourishment of the neurosurgery department would reflect well on him too. Besides, she was a very skilled neurosurgeon.

With this in mind, he treated Evelyn very nicely.

"Mr. Jackman, you flatter me too much," Evelyn responded, lifting her glass. "I'm not much of a drinker, so I'll toast with juice instead."

With that, she downed her drink in one go.

The crowd applauded, not minding her refusing alcohol, especially since they knew she had a major surgery scheduled for the next day.

Everyone enjoyed the meal, including Evelyn.

In the restroom, Evelyn refreshed herself by washing her face.

"Dr. Kyte," as she stepped out, someone called her.

Turning around, she saw Doctor Bruno Mullen from her department. "Can I help you, Mr. Mullen?"

"Please, we're colleagues now, so just call me Bruno," he said with a jovial laugh, his cheeks slightly flushed, perhaps from the alcohol.

"Alright then." Evelyn nodded.

There was a brief silence, prompting Evelyn to glance at him curiously. "Shall we get back to dinner? They're waiting for us."

"I... I have a small question for you," he said, visibly nervous.

"Go ahead," Evelyn prompted, sensing what might be coming.

"Well..." He stuttered for a moment before finally asking, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bruno stood awkwardly, like a schoolboy awaiting a reprimand.

"Do you?" he pressed, looking anxious.

Evelyn chuckled and shook her head, "No, I don't."

"Really? That's great..."

"I'm divorced," she interrupted him before he could finish.

"Divorced?" Bruno couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, any problem with that?"

"No... No," Bruno replied, his expression falling.

She was a PhD and quite young. He had hoped that there might be a chance for him if he pursued her. But he didn't want a divorced woman.

He decided to reconsider. That nurse who had shown interest in him wasn't too bad either.

Bruno left, and Evelyn almost laughed. She wasn't surprised. Being a divorced woman did save her from a lot of hassle.

As she turned to leave, a man came out of the men's restroom.

Their eyes met.

Evelyn couldn't help but complain about her twisted destiny. Why was she running into him here? Was he following her?

"Dr. Kyte, you have a unique way of rejecting people," Dermot commented with a hint of sarcasm.

Evelyn rolled her eyes, thinking that Dermot was the one to blame.

She walked past Dermot. She wasn't a doctor anymore after hours, so she had every right to ignore him.

"Did you drink?" Dermot frowned, grabbing her wrist with a look of displeasure.

Evelyn shook off his hand, annoyed. "Mr. Doyle, you're overstepping. Whether I drink or not is none of your business."

She glared at him, her face flushed with anger. The slight redness set off her fair skin. Her eyes were sparkling clear, her nose was prominent, and her lips were slightly pouted.

What a smart and cute woman!

For a moment, Dermot was stunned.

This was the first time he had seen Evelyn without a mask. He could tell she was beautiful even when she had her mask on, but without it, she was stunning.

"I don't want to entrust Cassie's life to a drunkard," he said, snapping back to reality with a stern face.

Evelyn took a deep breath, her upbringing reminding her to keep her composure. "Your concerns are unwarranted, Mr. Doyle. I didn't drink, and I'll be sober in tomorrow's surgery."

Her clothes got the smell of alcohol in the restaurant. She didn't like alcohol.

Hearing this, Dermot relaxed a bit though he remained skeptical. "Good to hear. I believe you won't take risks when dealing with human lives."

"If you'll excuse me." Evelyn was eager to end the conversation and leave.

"Do you dislike me?" he suddenly asked, having detected displeasure on her face and a fleeting annoyance in her eyes.

Evelyn was taken aback. Was it so obvious?

She cleared her throat, trying to hide her thoughts. "What are you talking about, Mr. Doyle? We barely know each other. Why would I dislike you?"

She was right. They had never met before, so there was no reason for her to dislike him.

Dermot dismissed his thoughts.