My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 104 You Belong With Me

Evelyn

As Jacob stormed into the lift, his fury seemed to drag me along, his hand slamming the button for the penthouse. The veins on his neck bulged, his jaw clenched, and his uneven breaths filled the confined space, radiating palpable anger. I was at a loss for words-Jacob was usually composed, and witnessing him lose control was unsettling. I wasn't afraid of him, but I feared what he might do next. Part of me dreaded that he'd follow Tyler and unleash his pent-up rage-his expression revealed an overwhelming urge to forget everything and cut that man into pieces-I knew that's exactly how he felt.

Not that I felt any different, but we couldn't just act on our anger.

"Are you alright, Jacob?" I asked cautiously as the lift ascended.

I was so bad at this. I was clueless about how to help him calm down, especially when he was visibly fuming.

God! What should I do?

"You should've let me beat him, Evelyn," he exhaled tightly, raking his hand through his usually impeccable hair, tousling it in frustration. "That bastard walked away unscathed despite what he said it doesn't sit right with me."

Clara would always hug dad when he'd be mad, so this should fucking help!

Okay! A hug would help.

"Jacob..." I sighed, turning to him and enveloping him in an embrace, wrapping my arms tightly around him and feeling the rapid thudding of his heart. "Just try to calm down."

calm down," he said, attempting to pull away, but I held onto him tighter, pouring all the

me help you," I whispered, burying my face against his chest, my grip firm and comforting. "He's not worth our time or energy. We shouldn't

a moment alone. Leave me," Jacob's voice sounded strained, masking the underlying

because that'd never ever work out for him;

anyone else be that 'someone'

shook my head, gently cradling his face in my hands, locking eyes

"Evelyn, please try to-"

stress. It only make it worse but I know all

in

feeling his body tense momentarily. "Let me help you, alright?" I offered a small smile, and this time, as I

Thank god!

close, and he slowly rested

of his neck, comforting him with a gentle rub on his back. "It's okay. Whatever he said, it doesn't matter because that's never going to happen." "I'll fucking kill him if he even tries to get near you," his voice

did. He did mean

close

ragged breathing now steadying. "I love you too much to let

twisted bastard. You don't know him, baby. He's far worse than he lets on-plays dirty games, Loves to ruin others' lives-it's like his hobby. Last time, he tarnished my reputation in the media, and it took ages to clear my name. But this

his intentions. Chloe is.net