My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 70 Love And Lies

Evelyn

I woke up in Jacob's arms. Oddly enough, this cursed, seemingly endless night had not yet come to an end. It was the only time I wished time would speed up, but the entire universe seemed to conspire against me.

Don't get me wrong; we weren't in some stupid cozy cuddling situation. To be clear, we were now nothing more than strangers. This man had just saved me from getting raped by some random dude and brought me back to my house. So, all I owed him was a simple thank you, or at least that's what my drunken, hazy, and scrambled memories told me. But I had already offered him that, so we were even. As he carried me upstairs, I found myself unable to say anything, mainly because I had nothing left to say after the chaos of the night. I had zero energy left, but looking didn't consume any energy, right? At least that's what I assumed.

So, I stared at him like some sort of weirdo. Deep down, a small part of my super-drunk consciousness knew that I might not get this opportunity again. Enjoy it while it lasts— that's what I did. I know I was crazy. Super foolish.

But one question nagged at me: Why was he helping me so much? Was it out of sheer humanity? I had my doubts; he didn't seem to possess much of that. He didn't have a heart, so humanity probably wasn't his possible motivation.

The peace and quiet I attempted to embrace didn't seem very appealing to my drunken mind. Eventually, I found myself breaking the silence. "Where are you taking me?" I swayed my legs, feeling somewhat like a child being carried by an elder. Well, he had carried me a few times when I was a kid.

"To your room, Evelyn."

"Well, you should have taken me to a bar instead of bringing me home," I mumbled as I buried my head into his neck, inhaling his scent- he still smelt as good as I could remember..

I felt his body stiffen, but he continued walking.

"Remember the time I fell and scraped my knee during a family picnic?" I asked, raising my head to look at him. "You rushed over, picked me up, and gave me a piggyback ride all the way back to the beach house to clean my wounds since Dad was out getting groceries for your and your friends' ridiculous cooking experiments?"

the corner of his lips.

but the mention of that event clearly brought him some happiness. I could sense

I found it increasingly difficult

...

seemed there was no special occasion left for us except for this one. Once the wedding was over, we might be far away

throat after a moment of just staring at my

my feet, straightening his posture as he opened the door. "Go and get some rest.

quietly, "She doesn't have to know how miserable I've

whatever you

had dried up at this point; I no longer had the strength

him against it, "I still don't get it... I just don't get it," I slammed my fists against his chest, almost shouting, "How is

you do this to me?! You knew how much I love

gentle grip and soothing voice only serving to irritate me further. It frustrated me that he spoke

my Dad's best friend behind his fucking back, and you, being the bigger asshole, led me on, used me, until you didn't feel the need anymore. Besides, Clara and my mom already know, so what's the big deal if a few more people find out? Let them hear all of it-how you and I sneaked into each

tight breath, shaking his

can't freaking do that, you moron. I can't stay calm when it's hurting like hell," I spat, "How could you just get back with her so easily? What did I do wrong, huh? Ktried everything, I did everything, gave

you before it's not

it. Just give me the truth. I only want the truth because I can't accept that all we had could mean nothing to you. I can't accept that there's this side

truth. What I said should be the only truth, and you have to accept it," his voice remained cold. What a cruel

truth? The one where you