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.

I was just

corner of my eye, I 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 couldn't tell Dad the

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

to wrestle the

was too cute, but that didn't mean his suspicion wasn't a risk. If he started becoming observant,

is going on. I just had a good sleep. That's it!" I emphasised, hoping to end

but

me have my pancakes, I'm hungry!"

only that, it triggered an annoying blush to rise on my cheeks because the reason behind my good

effect Jacob had on me, yet paradoxically, I loved it at the

that Dad couldn't resist opening his mouth once again. Knowing him

he squinted his eyes at me as if

to God, if you don't stop

coming to my rescue. "Can't you see how red she's gotten?"

This man...

on my nerves. He was playing it dirty, fucking

a boy..." Dad mused to himself, his suspicion

Jacob! You fucked this whole situation

about a man. I've found a very handsome and hot man," I flashed Dad a sarcastic smile, and a frown settled on his

by my response, yet there was curiosity shining in his

failed to catch on, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Dad had a knack for taking

is the truth but somewhat opting

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

response, but this time Clara did me

get away this time," Dad retorted in a deadpan

I'm not answering them!" I glared at him, frustration seeping into my

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

a can of orange juice my way. "Here,

My throat felt as dry as

the can and gulped down the juice, but I couldn't help but notice the amusement written all over

thud, clearly surprised by my sudden visit to his room at this hour.

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

my expression, a mischievous glint

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

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

we?" I quirked an

loosened hold on his jaw and flipped us before he pressed

love this obsession of yours, little girl. It makes me want to claim you in every way possible." He whispered into

on when I was here to teach him a