My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 110 Peace Amidst Chaos

Evelyn

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone," Jacob sighed, tenderly cupping my face and pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. His voice quivered with guilt. "I had no idea they'd pull such a stunt. If I'd known, I'd never have left you here. I'm so fucking sorry..."

"It's okay, Jacob. It wasn't your fault," I sniffled, holding him tighter. Despite the chaos, being in his embrace brought a sense of safety and solace that I desperately needed. It didn't matter what had happened, I was with him now, that's all I needed.

"You must have been terrified, baby," he murmured, his fingers running through my hair as I buried my face into his neck. "I promise this won't happen again. They'll pay for what they did today. I won't let them have the chance to do it again."

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop them. They destroyed everything..."

"Stop, please," Jacob lifted my chin gently, his eyes meeting mine. "Do you think that matters to me, Evie? You have nothing to apologize for. Those things they ruined mean nothing compared to you. You're what matters. And hurting you..." His voice hardened, jaw clenching in anger at the thought. "They laid their hands on my world, and I swear to god, I won't let them get away with it. I will break their fucking hands."

"No, please don't do anything like that. They might hurt you too..." Tears flowed as memories and their words flooded back into my mind. "I can't see you get hurt. Please, don't do anything..."

"Shh... it's alright," he murmured, "No one will hurt me, I promise. Please, calm down, baby."

"No. They said they will hurt you."

"Evelyn, they've been pulling these senseless stunts for years. They've threatened me for years, it's their way to extort money from me. This is their go-to when they're strapped for cash. It's nothing new," he sighed, a hint of defeat slipping into his tone. "They can't hurt me because if they could, they would've done it already. Their attempt was merely to scare you. Don't take their words seriously trust me, they're cowards. They're just hungry for money."

"They're your uncles, right? Why do they do this to you?"

"Because they're greedy, despicable assholes," he chuckled bitterly. "They feel entitled because I ended up being adopted into a wealthy family after my father's death. But you know the irony? In reality, they couldn't care less about my dad. They'd have sold him off if it meant a quick buck. They're cheap and greedy. That's all they are they aren't my uncles. I refuse to consider them family because they don't deserve that title," his voice lowered with a mix of anger and sorrow.

"Why didn't you do something about them after all these years of trouble?" I questioned softly, "It's not right."

"I didn't think money was the issue. It was a stupid decision, but I didn't want to give them more attention than they already demanded. I'd ignore their threats, the scenes they'd create at my office. It was stressful just thinking about it. So, whenever they called, I'd just send the money," Jacob sighed, "I'm sorry. I should've been more cautious."

"Why do you let them trample all over you, Jacob? You don't deserve this torment, these threats, this mistreatment. When will you understand your worth? To me, you're worth more than everything in the world combined," I confessed, pressing my forehead against his, my fingers tightly gripping his shirt. "Don't let anyone mistreat you. You mean everything to me..."

"You got hurt because of me, yet you're still concerned about me..." He chuckled softly, tears glistening in his eyes as he wiped them away, leaning in to kiss me gently. "I don't know what I've done to have you in my life." He lifted me up, heading toward the bedroom-the only place his uncles hadn't ransacked. It seemed they had run out of time, their rampage executed so swiftly that I barely comprehended the chaos.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he settled me on the edge of the bed, walking over to the nightstand.

"You might have forgotten about your wound, but I haven't," he replied, retrieving the first aid kit and kneeling before me.

"It'll hurt..." I hesitated, pulling away slightly as he soaked a cotton swab in disinfectant.

"It'll sting a little, baby, but then it'll be okay. We can't leave the wound open like this," his gaze softened. "Trust me. It'll be over quickly."

"Can't we skip it, please?" Tears welled in my eyes. I knew it was inevitable, but the pain would be unbearable.

"I'm sorry, but we can't," he murmured, gently smoothing my hair as he tucked a strand behind my ear. "I promise it'll be swift. Just close your eyes." Realizing I had no choice, I slowly nodded. "Okay..."

"Good." He tenderly lifted my leg, handling it with care as he delicately swabbed my wound.

A sharp hiss escaped my lips as the stinging sensation pierced through, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

But then, a soothing coolness replaced the burning sensation as Jacob blew gently on the wound, cleaning it meticulously.

"It's almost done, baby. Just a little more," he coaxed, his voice calm and reassuring. Thankfully, it was over soon. Jacob carefully dressed my wound, securing it in place.

"Done." At his announcement, I finally opened my eyes.

I released a sigh of relief, feeling my tense shoulders relax.

"Thank goodness..." I breathed out.

He chuckled, standing up and sliding his hand around my waist, effortlessly lifting me and taking me to bed with him.

"You're still my little Evelyn, scared

of bandages and disinfectants," he teased, a fond smile on his lips as he settled me down, my head resting on his bicep. I snuggled closer, seeking comfort in his warmth, finding peace-this, this was my definition of peace. Being with him, in his arms. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm not going to argue with you now," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him, wanting to be as close as possible, wishing I could meld into him entirely.

"Okay," he chuckled, his fingers

playing with my hair, lightly tracing my cheek and neck. "So, tell me something. It'll take at least a week to redecorate my entire apartment. Where do you want to stay in the meantime? I have other apartments, but we could also stay at our parents' place."

"Really? We can stay at your parents"?" I pulled away slightly, surprise and excitement lighting up my expression.

"You sound excited..." His grin widened, leaning in to nuzzle my nose.

"Come on, tell me. Can we really stay at your parents'?" Impatience tinged my words.

"Yes, Tesoro," he chuckled. "Absolutely."

"Then let's stay at your parents"!"

"Are you sure? I have other apartments that are even fancier, you know..." He teased, letting his words linger.

"Jacob, I swear if you do this now, I'll—"

He gently pressed his fingers against my lips, quieting me.

"Calm down, baby. I was just joking." Kissing the bridge of my nose and then my eyelids, he reassured me, "We'll stay at our parents'. Now,

come, let's take a nap. You need

rest," He showered my cheeks with

kisses, pulling me close into his

arms again, and soon enough, I fell asleep in his embrace.