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!"

directed at

you fucking trust me, that we can rebuild everything from scratch

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

swore we'd face everything together, weather every storm 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

I whispered, his words

of any warmth. "You lost that right 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 also the only one who's made me feel utterly

just listen to me,

"Hey, lovebirds," Tyler's amused

voice interrupted, breaking the

"I'd rather you continue this sweet quarrel at your own place. I'm tired of this shit already." He wiped the blood from

a hiss,

evident. "Besides, my eveninel.net

already ruined. Evelyn, you're

to come back anytime. You seem to be the only one with sense between the two of you. Your boyfriend here prefers to act on his emotions. He seems to forget that business shouldn't involve feelings, which is probably why it was so

grabbed

about this,"

The feeling that tells you that within a

chest tightened,

a home, Evelyn. I can't even look at you the same way anymore. The sight of you...it's not the same." His words cut deep,

how much his words

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

anger boiling over as I shot him

saw Jacob's hands clenching at