The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 89

The pointer on the roulette wheel stopped in front of my boyfriend.

He chose Truth. As the highest scorer of the game, I had the right to ask the question.

For some reason, I raised my gaze towards Paul, who was standing close to the junior girl in a somewhat intimate posture.

"If you met a younger girl who liked you more than I do, what would you do?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, the entire room fell silent.

Everyone seemed to want to know how he would answer. After all, recently, Paul, in his capacity as a senior, had been accompanying Selina to various events, making it hard to guess his true feelings.

Paul lifted his eyelids and stared at me directly.

His voice, laced with a slight intoxication, was unusually gentle.

"Jasmine. Do you really need to ask this question?"

I felt embarrassed. After all, he was my boyfriend of three years, and I shouldn't even need to ask such a question that clearly had only one possible answer.

But the next moment, he sneered.

"Of course, I'd choose the younger one."

"Jasmine, one must have self-awareness."

The gazes of those around us turned to me with a mix of sympathy and disdain. I had been with Paul for three years. He had pursued me for over six months back then.

At the time, he had nothing, but I still stayed by his side.

Not to mention, a year ago, his Harris family had called him back, and he had skyrocketed to become one of the most famous rich young men in S city.

Everyone was waiting for me to react with anger or to hold back my tears.

But all I could think of was three days ago, when I had acute gastritis and called Paul crying, only for him to tell me I was being too fragile—that it was just gastritis and not the first time it had happened.

Later, his friend, Gary, had taken me to the hospital.

But I saw him taking care of Selina, who was suffering from menstrual pain, at the hospital.

I remembered how, during the six months he was pursuing me, he would stand under an umbrella in the rain, tilting it towards me while he himself got drenched on one side of his shoulder.

He smiled and said, "Jasmine, I’ll always treat you well."

After three years together, at this moment, Paul had completely rotted in my heart.