The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 95

I froze. I turned to look at Gary, whose face immediately showed signs of wanting to explain. "It’s nothing to do with you."

With that, I took his hand and left. In the car, I leaned forward and looked at the wound on Gary’s face. Paul had put all his strength into that punch, and his lip was quickly turning a bit purple.

"You should still go to the hospital. It’s pretty bad." Gary slightly curled his lips and moved closer to me, his breath warm on my face.

"Jasmine, a kiss from you will make it feel better." "No need for a hospital."

I had enough.

This man, who seemed like an aloof and distant figure, was so utterly flirtatious inside. The car windows were special, so you couldn’t see inside from the outside.

But I still felt my face heating up. "Well then, I guess I’ll just let you suffer." Gary chuckled. "Jasmine, you’re so cruel."

His voice was deep and husky. I couldn’t resist this man’s seductive charm. I started the car, heading toward his apartment.

On the way, I still couldn't resist asking: "Do you have a girl you’ve secretly liked?" His eyes brightened.

"Yeah, she’s right here with me." When I looked confused, he didn’t explain further, only kissed my forehead. "We won’t ever miss each other again."

"Can I tell you later?"

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As soon as we got out of the car, his face buried in my neck, half leaning on me. "Jasmine, it hurts so much." I remembered that the injury wasn’t on his leg.

But since it was his birthday and Paul had ruined it, I couldn’t help but feel a little softhearted. Once we got inside and shut the door, Gary kissed me hard on the lips.

I was so weak from the kiss, still holding the medicine bag. I weakly reminded him to treat the wound. He parted his lips slightly.

"Jasmine is my cure." My cheeks flushed as his gaze heated up.

"Then you need to treat me." His voice became darker.

"Okay, then let’s treat you." With that, he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom.