My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 134 Time For You To Leave

Evelyn

I watched as Jacob's fist collided with Tyler's face, sending him crashing to the floor. The resounding thud and the sickening crack of the punch reverberated through the room, making me shiver. My eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping my lips as I struggled to comprehend the unfolding scene. Reality hit me hard; I knew I had messed up, big time.

In mere moments, before Tyler could even recover, Jacob seized his collar, hauling him to his feet, and unleashed a barrage of harsh blows. Relentlessly. Surprisingly, Tyler didn't attempt to evade the onslaught. Amidst the flurry of punches, a chuckle escaped his lips. "You're getting yourself into trouble, Mr. Adriano. You'll have to pay for this, in worse ways." His tone said that he meant it and as far as I had gotten to know Tyler-he sure wasn't going back away from his words. Not now. Not anytime soon.

"Do I seem scared to you?" Jacob chuckled darkly, landing yet another blow. Blood gushed from Tyler's nose, staining Jacob's knuckles. A gash formed beside Tyler's lips, threatening to worsen with each merciless strike.

God! Jacob might end up killing him. Who knows!

No, this couldn't happen.

I couldn't let it.

I rushed towards Jacob, my heart pounding in my chest. "Jacob, please stop," I pleaded, grasping his arms, but he shook me off.

"Stay the hell out of this, Evelyn," he spat, his eyes shooting daggers at me. He was beyond furious.

"Jacob, he's going to die! What the hell are you doing?"

"That's none of your damn business. If this bastard dies by my hand-stay out of it!" Jacob growled, shoving Tyler against the wall and delivering another punishing blow.

Panic seized me as I frantically tried to intervene. If Jacob seriously injured Tyler, he could end up in jail, and I knew Tyler would do anything to ensure that happened. I couldn't let that fucking happen. "You could end up in jail, Jacob. Do you want fucking that?" I pleaded, tugging at him forcefully. "This is insane. Stop it, now!"

clenched, and his fiery gaze bore into me, sending a shiver down my spine. I had never seen him so enraged. Yes, I had witnessed his anger before but never directed at me in this way. The way he looked at me, it was as if he was repulsed by the sight of me as if he

he released Tyler's collar, allowing him to collapse to the ground once again. Tyler groaned, coughing as Jacob turned his furious gaze on me. "You know what's insane, Evelyn? You claim that you fucking trust me, that we can rebuild everything from scratch and promise the world, only to show up here at this bastard's mansion to sleep with him-choosing the easy way out." Easy

I stammered, taken aback by his accusation. Did he really think sleeping with Tyler was an easy

side by side. And then what did you do? You walked into this bastard's den to sleep with him? Did you think I'd be pleased to have you back after selling yourself to another man? Do I seem like a coward to you? What made

his words piercing

the moment you walked into this mansion with such intentions. You know what, Evelyn? You're the first woman who made me believe in myself that I was enough, and you're

listen to

"Hey, lovebirds," Tyler's amused

voice interrupted, breaking the

own place. I'm tired of this shit already." He

his lips, emitting a hiss,

evident. "Besides, my eveninel.net

already ruined. Evelyn, you're

to act on his emotions. He seems to forget that business shouldn't involve feelings, which is probably why it was so

lunged forward, but I grabbed his

let's just go home and talk about this," I begged, tears welling in

crumbling, like disaster was imminent. The feeling that tells you that

tightened, making it hard to

home anymore?" Jacob's voice was low, devoid of any humor. "It's not a home, Evelyn. I can't even look at you the

knew how much his words

chuckled, interrupting with his unwelcome commentary, "Homeless, jobless, penniless-worthless, in one simple word. How could 'home' remain 'home' when your circumstances forced your

boiling over as I shot him a

hands clenching