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?"

smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Yeah,

he wouldn't look at me, but the mention of that event

gazes locked, I found it increasingly difficult to speak. "That was the day... When I looked at your sleeping figure, instead of the weird, stupid car racing show playing on TV, I heard the sound of fireworks somewhere just somewhere within. I felt the sparks for the first time, and that thirteen-year-old crush I thought

...

be honest, I was too. I had saved this confession for a special occasion, but it seemed there was no special occasion left for us except for this one. Once the wedding

moment of just staring at my

posture as he opened the door. "Go and get some rest. I'll tell Clara

tell her," I replied quietly, "She doesn't have to know how miserable

then, whatever you

act so carelessly and coldly? Even my tears had dried up at this point; I no longer had the

door with a loud thud and pushed 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 it that for me, it hurts like hell, and

much I love you, you still

someone will hear us. You need to go inside your room," he said, his gentle grip and soothing voice only

and I sneaked into each other's rooms, spent the nights away fucking and tangled in each other's arms, how you promised forever and so on, and then you flipped it all in a second, just from having one goddamn conversation with your ex. What's wrong with people knowing when we've actually done it? Afraid of a

breath, shaking his head.

easily? What did I do wrong, huh? Ktried everything, I did everything, gave you all I had, yet... that didn't seem to be enough. How?! What do you want from your life? From the woman who shattered you," My voice began to crack, but I refused to crumble this time, "Is it

told you before it's

Just give me the truth. I only want the truth because I can't accept that all we had could mean nothing

truth. What I said should be the only truth, and you have to accept it,"

truth? The one where you