My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 118 Walls Crumbling

Evelyn

I stood before the door, my hand hovering, hesitant to knock. I knew Jacob was in a tough spot, regardless of whether he wanted me near him or not. The truth remained he didn't deserve to face it alone.

He needed me.

Take a deep breath, Evelyn. You can do this.

With resolve, I raised my hand and rapped gently on the door, "Jacob?"

Seconds ticked by in silence, no response forthcoming. My concern reached its peak.

Another breath, another knock. "Jacob, do you want to talk?"

Still, the only reply was the echoing silence of the room.

"Can we please talk?" My voice trembled. I didn't even know the extent of what he was going through, but I couldn't fucking bear the thought of him suffering alone. I wanted to be there to offer comfort-I did not want to be absent when his tears would fall, I wanted to be the one to wipe them away and make sure they'd not fall again just like he had always done.

"Just open the door, Jacob," I pleaded softly, my forehead resting against the cool surface. "You don't have to face this alone. I'm here for you. Let me

in."

Once again, silence enveloped the space, his response absent. I pressed my palms against the door, feeling lost for words, unsure of what else I could say to coax him out.

Questions swirled in my mind as I spoke once more, my voice laced with concern. "I want to be there for you, Jacob. I understand it's not easy, but you don't have to bear it alone. Let me be by your side, please."

As the silence persisted, I began to question whether my intrusion was warranted.

Was it right to interrupt him when he was perhaps trying to seek a moment of peace alone?

Perhaps Jacob needed some time alone, a moment to gather his thoughts and emotions. I didn't want to encroach upon his breathing space, to force him into a conversation he wasn't ready for. Even though I wanted to be there for him I respected his need for personal space. I was not willing to take that away from him because of my concern.

No, I can't do this.

If he wants to be alone, I should let him be.

"Okay, fine," I exhaled softly, "You don't have to open the door now. I'll leave. Take your time. But please, remember, I'm always here for you. You're never alone. You will never be alone I'll always be there for you. Always."

With a resigned sigh, I stepped away from the door, preparing to walk away. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the sound of the doorknob turning filled the air, and the door swung open.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Meeting Jacob's gaze, I observed the disheveled state of his hair, the redness in his eyes betraying the tears he had shed, his breaths coming heavy. Before I could utter a word, he seized my hand and pulled me into the room with him.

His arms enveloped me as he sank onto the bed, my knees finding purchase on either side of his lap. He buried his face into my chest, his voice trembling with remorse. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I screwed up. I'm sorry."

God! My heart never fucking ached so much.

"You didn't screw up anything," I murmured, fingers gently threading through his hair as I pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head. "It's alright. Everything is alright." My hand moved in soothing circles against his back, offering reassurance and comfort in the midst of his turmoil. My poor Jacob...

He held me tightly, his sniffles barely audible but palpable against my chest.

"Hey, look at me," I whispered, gently cupping his face and guiding his tear-stained gaze to meet mine. His eyes, teary and red-nosed, reflected a vulnerability I had never seen before this was Jacob laid bare, fragile and exposed.

I brushed away his tears and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Whatever you did, it was out of anger, a mistake, and mistakes happen. You don't need to punish yourself, you don't need to dwell on it-it's alright," I murmured against his lips, reassuring him with each tender caress. "Okay?"

"It's going to put us in a lot of

trouble, Evelyn," he sighed, intertwining our hands and shaking his head in defeat. "It's not like I regret what I did. If I had the chance, I'd do it again for what they did to you. But I think it was all a ploy to tarnish my image in the media again. I'm sure it's Tyler behind all of it. I just made it easier for him to enter our lives by acting in anger. I should have thought more before taking such a drastic step. I fucked up."

"It's okay," I cooed, enveloping him in a hug, my fingers tracing soothing patterns along the back of his neck. "We can't change what's happened. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. Tyler can't do anything. People like him never win, Jacob. They always end up losing everything in the end."

"More businessmen will pull out funds from the company now, Evelyn. It's going to be a tough journey from here on," his voice quivered with uncertainty. "I don't want you to go through any of it...I don't want you to go through these dark phases."

"If I don't stay with you through the dark phases, then what kind of love

you

would it be, Jacob?" A soft smile graced my tips as I ran my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His breaths were slow against my chest, "I want to be with through all phases, whether dark, bright, or rainy. I love you, Jacob, and I want to be a part of your life—not just the brightest parts of it. Life isn't perfect, but together, we can weather any storm."

"I shouldn't have kept it from you. If I had told you about the phone call, you would have stopped me, and I could have prevented all of us from getting dragged into this mess," he sniffled, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," I murmured, enfolding him in a tight embrace, drawing him closer to me just as he clung to me as if he never wanted to let go, "And everything will be alright. It's just a rough patch, but it will pass if we stick together. Just believe in yourself."

"What if it doesn't get better?"

"It will get better, Jacob," I assured him, cupping his face in my hands and brushing my thumbs over his cheeks, "Everything is going to be alright. Trust me." A soft smile graced my lips as I kissed his forehead, feeling the tension in his body melt away beneath my touch. "It's okay... everything is going to be just fine."

"I love you, Evelyn. I can't even bear the thought of losing you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting his vulnerability and fear.

"You will never lose me, ever," I declared, brushing his hair away from his forehead, "I love you. You're the meaning of life to me how could I ever let

go of my life?" I whispered, and as if in response, he leaned in, his hand cradling the back of my neck as our lips met.