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."

but I held onto him tighter, pouring all

his chest, my grip firm and comforting. "He's not worth our time or energy. We shouldn't even think about him let alone talk about him. Let's just forget it and

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

total lie. He didn't need a moment alone because that'd

I would never let anyone else be

you don't," I shook my head, gently cradling his face in my hands,

"Evelyn, please try to-"

worse but I know all you'd think about is what happened in your office,"

leaning in to

"Let me help you, alright?" I offered a small smile, and this time, as I hugged him, he didn't

Thank god!

me, drawing me close, and he slowly rested his head

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 was low, as

He did

come close

more, my thumbs caressing his cheeks, his ragged breathing now steadying. "I love you too much to let anyone lay a finger on me, he won't even get near my shadow, not even my pinky finger, not even a single strand of my hair, so why stress over it?"

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.

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