The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 18

Lincoln, seeing the scene, immediately rushed over to check on Rosemary, his face filled with concern.

He instinctively turned to glare at me in anger.

"Laura, Rosemary injured her leg in the accident today. Why would you push her?"

Realizing his tone was too harsh, he was about to backtrack when his eyes landed on the gown I was wearing.

Recognizing it instantly as the custom-made dress his uncle had ordered for his fiancée, he rushed toward me and shouted angrily.

"Laura, this dress was made for my uncle's fiancée! Stop making trouble!"

"You have no right to wear it tonight! Take it off immediately!"

Seeing my expression remain unmoved, Lincoln abruptly stood up and began commanding the store attendants to forcibly remove the gown from my body.

In the chaos, I tripped over the hem of the gown and fell to the floor, my back exposed.

I turned my head to look at the man who once couldn't bear to see me with even a small scratch.

Now, he stood coldly by, watching as others humiliated me without lifting a finger.

Just then, amidst the whispers and commotion, a tall figure pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Jasper, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, strode in with an air of authority, his sharp gaze locking onto Lincoln as he barked,

"Lincoln, who taught you to treat my fiancée with such disrespect?"

Jasper's imposing presence and noble demeanor instantly drew everyone's attention.

The attendants froze, their hands releasing my gown mid-motion.

Even Rosemary was stunned, her gaze shyly fixed on Jasper.

It had been years since I last saw Jasper, and my memories of him were of a quiet, gentle neighbor who disliked eating his meals.

But now, as our eyes met across the room, I instinctively clutched the torn gown tighter to cover the scar on my waist.

To my surprise, Jasper immediately walked over to me, helping me up and draping his jacket over my shoulders.