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.

just asking," he shrugged

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

right to know what's going on with my daughter," he said, crossing his arms over

to wrestle the

a risk. If he started becoming observant, both

is going on. I just had a good sleep. That's it!"

convincing, but

me have my pancakes, I'm hungry!" I

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

the effect Jacob had on me, yet paradoxically, I

that Dad couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him so well, I knew he wasn't going to let

must be something you're hiding," he squinted his

swear to God, if you don't

to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?" He shot me a glance, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner

This man...

get on my nerves. He was playing it dirty, fucking

this is about a boy..." Dad

fucked this whole situation

a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown settled on his face. "Do you want to

shocked by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his

but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking things too literally. I couldn't believe that he failed to catch the

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

sure since you're so intrigued with the idea of finding out the identity of my supposed fling, you'd be able to solve the puzzle

ready to come back with a response, but this time Clara did me the favour

won't let her get away this time," Dad retorted in a deadpan

to yourself. I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping into

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 the longest

wearing a frown, before pushing a can of orange juice my way. "Here, drink it.

My throat felt as

maintained my hard gaze as I took the can and gulped down the juice, but

him to fall back with a thud, clearly surprised by my sudden visit to

me a hard time, weren't you?" I accused,

it," he laughed at my expression, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Samuel wasn't bluffing.

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

smirk tugged at his lips. "I know that revealing our relationship is the last thing

aren't we?" I quirked

of my loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he

yours, little girl. It makes me want to claim you in every way possible."

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