The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 75

When he said this, Joshua had his back to me, his head lowered.

He didn’t even dare to look at me.

I had rarely seen Joshua so unsure of himself.

Even in the past, when he confronted that scumbag who was much taller and stronger than him, Joshua had pulled me behind him and spat out. "A man who hits his wife and child deserves to die!"

So I walked up to Joshua and gave him my answer.

"I won’t."

Joshua’s head snapped up, his eyes red but blazing with intensity.

He ended up laughing and crying at the same time.

That night, the contract seemed to transform into a thread, tightly binding me to Joshua.

Later, during the most passionate moments of our relationship,

Joshua brought up the contract again.

"You can go do whatever you want now,"

His fingers tightened around my waist.

He buried his face in my shoulder and mumbled. "If you want to leave, just tell me. I’ll cancel the contract for you.

"So, Donna, you’ll never breach the contract with me."

Perhaps because Joshua sounded so sincere that night,

I believed him completely.

I even almost forgot about the contract altogether.

Now that it’s being brought up again,

It feels like the Sword of Damocles that had been hanging over me for years

Has finally found its moment to strike.

Piercing through me, leaving me bloodied.

I’m not actually that upset.

I just find it all a bit funny.

But Joshua was the one who looked away first, visibly uncomfortable.

His voice grew softer. "...There’s still one year left."

As soon as he said this, I noticed the assistant’s expression change abruptly.

She forced a smile and tried to smooth things over. "President Graham, if Miss Ford can’t drink, it’s fine. I’ll just have to practice holding my liquor more."

Joshua ignored Carol’s words.

He clenched his jaw, his tone harsh.

"Until the contract ends, you’ll remain my assistant."

He seemed to emphasize the words "my assistant."

I didn’t pay much attention.

Instead, I found myself thinking about how different people can be.

Look at how well Joshua protects Carol.

He has me guide her, take her place in drinking—he doesn’t want her to suffer at all.

So I averted my gaze from Joshua and replied calmly.

"Understood, President Graham."

Joshua’s hand twitched at his side.

But he restrained himself.

He gave a curt "Hmm" and added. "Come back to the company tomorrow. There’s a lot of work piled up. The past few days will count as sick leave."

I didn’t respond.

When the next person came over to toast,

Just like countless times before, I stepped in front of Joshua and drank the wine in his place.

But this time, I wasn’t really drinking for Joshua.