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!"

him so enraged. Yes, I had witnessed his anger before but never directed at me in this way. The way he looked at

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

aback by his accusation. Did he really think

I found myself stepping back, his intensity unnerving. "What did you promise, huh? You 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 have you back after selling yourself to another man? Do I seem like a coward to you? What made you think I'd ever fucking accept something, whether it's my company being taken from me or something I didn't earn, in exchange for you selling your body to another man? What's fucking wrong

whispered, his words piercing

Evelyn," he growled, devoid 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

listen to

"Hey, lovebirds," Tyler's amused

voice interrupted, breaking the

place. I'm tired of this shit already." He wiped the blood from his

a

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

lunged forward, but I grabbed his

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

imminent. The feeling that tells you that within a matter of few seconds, you'd lose

chest tightened, making it hard

think that's a 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 same way anymore.

much his words

Tyler chuckled, interrupting with his unwelcome commentary, "Homeless, jobless, penniless-worthless, in one simple word. How could 'home' remain 'home' when your circumstances forced your home to come here to me? You should be ashamed

over as I shot him a fierce glare. "Don't

hands clenching at