The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 19

With that, Jasper led me away, leaving Lincoln staring in disbelief.

It took him a moment to process what had just happened.

As he tried to chase after us to demand what Jasper meant by "aunt," his phone rang. It was his father, urging him to return, and he had no choice but to let it go.

In the car, Jasper handed me a new gown with thoughtful care.

When I opened it, I immediately recognized it. As someone who works in fashion design, I could tell at a glance that this was his own creation.

Surprised, I turned to look at Jasper. "This is…?"

For once, Jasper seemed a little flustered, a faint blush creeping up his ears.

"I designed it for you as a wedding gown. I was planning to give it to you after the engagement."

"But for now, you can wear this one. I'll design another for the wedding itself."

I knew that Jasper owned his own fashion brand, and his designs were among the best in the international fashion world.

The thoughtfulness behind his actions touched me deeply. It was clear he took our engagement very seriously.

I nodded and went to my room to change into the gown before heading to the engagement banquet.

The banquet hall reflected Jasper's understated style. His father had only invited close family friends and associates from prominent families.

When Jasper appeared, he was on stage, and his father was introducing him to the guests.

"Today is a joyous occasion for our Winston family. My younger brother has finally decided to settle down!"

Just as Jasper's father finished and was about to invite the star of the engagement to come out, an arm shot out from the side and snatched the microphone away.

"Hello, everyone! Thank you all for coming to my uncle's engagement banquet!"

"On this celebratory day, I'd also like to announce some big news of my own. I'm getting engaged too! My fiancée is none other than—"

"Lincoln! Get off the stage right now!"

Before Lincoln could finish his announcement, his father interrupted him, fuming with anger.

Lincoln's father glared at him, his frustration evident. "What do you think you're doing, causing trouble at your uncle's engagement banquet?"

"And what do you mean you're getting engaged? Why don't I know anything about this?"

Lincoln, unfazed, shrugged off his father's anger.

"I just thought it would be perfect timing! Double the joy, right? I proposed to Laura, and she said yes!"

Before he could continue, I stepped out of the hotel suite, wearing the gown Jasper had designed.

Jasper immediately walked over, took my hand, and interlocked our fingers tightly.