My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 67 Heartbeats And Bruises

Evelyn

For a moment, my entire world ground to a halt. There was an odd sense of relief that coursed through my nerves as the guy's hand finally released its grip on me. Yet, the shock of seeing Jacob Adriano, right there before my eyes, was overwhelming. I just couldn't get over it.

Is he really here?

My eyes stretched wide with surprise, my mind struggling to process the sight. And then, for a fleeting second, my vision went blank, only to be filled with the crimson stain on Jacob's knuckles and the fresh trickle of blood streaming down the assailant's nose. Even in my inebriated state, it wasn't hard to piece together that Jacob had just thrown a punch, a moment I'd missed while I had zoned out. He is here....

Everything was just happening too fast or it was just me and the intoxication of the alcohol. But I doubted, it was just the alcohol.

With a single glance in my direction, his piercing green eyes carrying a storm of anger beneath them, Jacob seized the man by his collar and delivered another resounding blow to his face. Why was he here?

"She said no, you fucking bastard!" The final punch sent the man sprawling to the ground, his body skidding a few metres away.

I watched the scene unfold in hysteria, my body still trembling from the realization of how close I had come to a possible horrific occasion just seconds ago—I almost got raped today. Almost.

Jacob didn't halt at just two punches, leaving the guy barely conscious on the ground. As the assaulter struggled to regain his senses, perhaps contemplating a desperate escape just as I had moments ago when he chased me down like a hunter, Jacob seized him again and, with ruthless outrage, slammed him against a nearby pillar. Blow after brutal blow rained down upon the man-his face, his gut, his neck- no part of his body went untouched.

My heart sank, a deep sense of dread settling in. At this rate, Jacob would end up killing the guy.

Summoning the last reserves of strength I had, I rushed forward, desperation in my voice. "Jacob, please, stop..."

There was no response, only the image of a man unhinged, a frenzied beast driven by blind rage. He continued to pummel the assailant as if his sole purpose was to snuff out his life, and nothing in the world could deter him.

I

in the car, Evelyn," he finally muttered, still not making eye contact. His breathing was laboured, his chest rising and falling with the force of his fury. Beneath the curtain

way. I had to

a futile attempt to pull him away.

Evelyn!" he barked, pausing briefly to speak, his grip still vice-like on the battered man's collar. The victim now appeared barely conscious, his face a grotesque canvas of blood and bruises. Well, he was exactly not a

struck the man's face again, blood splattering across the pillar, the nearby

welling up in my eyes. If Jacob ended up killing this man, he could land in jail. Panic coursed through my mind like a speeding train, and

to stop him. I just

and I clung to him from behind with all the strength I could muster, wrapping my arms tightly around him, grasping onto the t-shirt beneath his leather

body went rigid, as

that I didn't really want to show yet couldn't

seconds

his

but I also

this man, nothing went unnoticed-not even a single heartbeat. My apprehension peaked, my fear of whether he would heed my plea and abandon this violence shook me to my core. I didn't want him to get hurt or face dire consequences for his

ground, nearly motionless. He blinked and gasped for breath, sprawled on the floor like an injured animal. His once-aggressive demeanour reduced to nothing but fearful little movements he

focus on anything else, Jacob slowly turned to face

his gaze. Our eyes locked, and it made me feel even more vulnerable than before. It wasn't surprising that I reacted this way-I had always

sighing as he cupped my face and wiped away my

by the fact that I had come here to escape my pain, only to end up in the arms of the very person who had caused it. But not

from him. His

then-" He didn't finish what he had to say, the thought seemed to bother