My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 22 Two Types Of Tension

Evelyn

"So...Clara, can I ask you something?"

"Oh, since when did you start acting so formal?" She burst into laughter. "What happened? Do you have a fever or something?"

I sighed, feigning sadness. "I don't get you or Dad. Even when I try to be nice, it's always a problem."

"Enough, drama queen," Clara chuckled. "Ask me what you want to know."

A smile tugged at my lips as I leaned in, adjusting my chair to ensure she heard me clearly. "By any chance, do you think Jacob has been through a heartbreak or something?"

"What?" Confusion etched upon her face, "Where's this coming from?"

"I am just curious, you know," I tried to keep my curiosity subtle.

"And why are you suddenly curious?" She asked skeptically.

"Well, it's just that he sometimes seems like a lone soul," I laughed, though it came out sounding nervous. "So, I got curious."

She paused for a moment, as if recollecting her memories in one place. "I'm not entirely sure, but I heard from your Dad that he had a serious relationship in the past. After it ended on a bad note, he never pursued relationships again."

"What else do you know?"

"That's all I know. Every time I asked your Dad, he said it's a long story," She shrugged. "Besides, this wedding is the only event where I've seen Jacob, so I haven't had the curiosity to pester Samuel further. Although hearing a little story would have been interesting, you know, your dad can be so boring sometimes."

"Oh, I see," I replied before shifting my focus back to the plate full of pancakes drowning in chocolate syrup that Clara had made for me.

So...Jacob went through a heartbreak.

A few minutes passed as I delved deeper into my thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of the chair beside me being pulled interrupted my contemplation.

"Hello, ladies," Jacob's face greeted my view as he sat beside me; Dad followed suit, taking the chair beside Clara across from us.

"I must say, you look in a really good mood today." There was a hint of suspicion in his voice, causing me to drop my fork onto the plate.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? If I'm in a bad mood, you have a problem, and if I'm not in a good mood, you still have a problem!"

"No, my problem is that you've started having these odd mood swings all of a sudden." He quirked an eyebrow. "Is this about any guy?"

My cheeks burned red, and my eyes widened in shock. "Dad!" Disbelief screamed through my voice.

was just asking," he

could see Jacob trying to hide his laughter behind his hand. Well, of course, he would find it amusing because he knew the truth, and he also knew that I

on with my daughter," he said, crossing his arms over

had to wrestle the

didn't mean his suspicion wasn't a risk. If he started becoming observant, both Jacob and I

sleep. That's it!"

but still

care! Just let me have my pancakes,

questioning made me nervous. Not only that, it triggered an annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my good mood was right beside me, and his lingering

on me, yet paradoxically, I loved it

Dad couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him so well,

you're hiding," he squinted his eyes

swear to God, if you

leave the poor girl alone," Jacob chuckled, coming to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance, a mischievous

This man...

to get on my nerves. He was playing it

about a boy..." Dad mused to

You fucked this whole situation up for

it isn't. It's about a man. I've found a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown

by my response, yet there was curiosity shining

the sarcasm in my voice. I couldn't believe he failed to catch on, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking things too literally. I couldn't believe

mean, I know what I've actually said is the truth but somewhat opting for my

you're so intrigued with the idea of finding out the identity of my supposed fling, you'd be able to solve the puzzle on your own," I replied, a hint of

come back with a response, but this time Clara did me the favour of shutting

let her get away this time," Dad retorted

answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping into

fifteen-minute duration of your regular argument is now over," Jacob finally spoke, amusement evident in his tone as he looked at Dad and then at me. His gaze lingered on me for

can of orange juice my way.

My throat felt

and gulped down the juice,

a thud, clearly surprised by my

giving me a hard time, weren't

expression, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Samuel wasn't bluffing. What he said was

if I had told him the truth, that his best friend is the man I've been involved with?" I asked, my voice low

know that revealing our relationship is the last thing you would

aren't we?" I

He took advantage of my loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he pressed me against the bed with his hands on my hips and my legs

you in every way possible." He whispered into my

on when I was here to