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?"

imperceptible smile tugged at the corner

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

and finally, his eyes shifted toward me. As our gazes locked, I found it increasingly difficult

...

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 was over, we might be far away from each other, perhaps forever, and even though it would hurt,

throat after a moment of just staring at my

gently let me down on my feet, straightening his posture as he opened the door. "Go and get some rest. I'll tell Clara to

her," I replied quietly, "She doesn't have

whatever you

coldly? Even my tears had dried up

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 you... even if you said, even if it was

how much I love you,

said, his gentle grip and soothing voice only serving to irritate

the big deal if a few more people find out? Let them hear all of it-how you and I sneaked into each other's rooms, spent the

released a tight breath, shaking his head. "You need to calm

Even I want to do that-stay fucking calm and move on from a piece of shit like you, but I 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

told you before it's not

I can't accept that all we had could mean nothing to you. I can't accept that there's this side of you, an

and you have to accept it," his voice

one where you