The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 74

Until I saw the box in the photo on Carol’s desk after work.

By the end of the day, Joshua still hadn’t remembered my birthday.

“What are you looking at?”

His cold voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I instinctively shook my head. “Nothing.”

But Joshua followed my gaze.

Then, his eyes casually scanned my bare neck, and his brow furrowed slightly.

He didn’t say much, but just before entering the banquet hall,

Joshua suddenly stopped.

His body subconsciously leaned toward me.

But with a stiff face, he kept his gaze straight ahead, his tone still rigid.

“I’ll get you something better.”

Did he think I liked that necklace?

I was surprised, but still maintained a polite smile.

“You don’t have to bother, Mr. Graham.”

Joshua turned his head to stare at me, his dark eyes swirling with unclear emotions.

After a long pause, he coldly muttered, “Suit yourself.”

Carol, following Joshua, attracted a lot of attention.

Especially after Joshua stepped in to block a few drinks for her.

“She can’t hold her liquor. I don’t want her to get drunk and bump into anyone.”

His words were brief,

but anyone could hear the protective tone.

Thus, the looks filled with meaning, mixed with a hint of sympathy, all turned toward me.

Everyone was sharp.

Who didn’t see my feelings for Joshua?

But even when I drank to the point of a stomach ache earlier, Joshua never stepped in to block my drinks.

Because to me, it was work.

I lowered my head slightly,

ignoring their gazes.

Without changing my expression, I quietly explained Carol’s identity and some important details to her.

With one less person to block drinks for him, Joshua drank more than usual.

A red hue appeared on his fair face.

Carol seemed a bit anxious.

So, before the next group of guests came over,

she quickly and subtly glanced at me,

then tugged at Joshua’s sleeve and whispered.

“I can do it. Let me drink for Mr. Graham.”

“You’re just looking to join the fun?”

Joshua frowned instinctively in displeasure.

He raised his hand and irritably rubbed his temples, then suddenly chuckled.

His gaze landed on me, and the corners of his lips curled into a smirk.

“But isn’t there someone else here?”

The hand at my side unconsciously clenched into a fist.

I took a deep breath, forcing a smile to politely refuse. “Sorry Mr. Graham, I’ve been drinking traditional Chinese medicine lately, so I’m not really drinking.”

As soon as I spoke, Joshua’s face immediately darkened.

The glass was set down on the table with a soft yet unmistakable clink.