My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 104

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."

"I can't fucking calm down," he said, attempting to pull away, but I held onto him tighter, pouring all the reassurance I could muster into the embrace.

"Then let 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 even think about him let alone talk about him. Let's just forget it and move past it?"

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

I could sense it was a facade—a total lie. He didn't need a moment alone because that'd never ever work out for him; he needed someone to help ease his turmoil.

And I would never let anyone else be that ‘someone’ except for myself.

"No, you don't," I shook my head, gently cradling his face in my hands, locking eyes with him.