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The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 12

Summary for Chapter 12: The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest

Chapter summary of Chapter 12 – The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest by Quirinus Amalia

In Chapter 12, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest by Quirinus Amalia, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest.

After so many years, Vivi seemed to have grown prettier.

But her expression was a mix of resentment and distortion. I frowned, not wanting to engage with her, but she suddenly rushed forward!

"No wonder he refused to get engaged to me! No wonder he hasn't been home for years! So he's been hooking up with you again!"

She had completely shed her former mask of sweetness, raising her hand to slap me!

"Haley Parker, aren't you shameless? Is Ryan Thompson the only man in the world? Can't you leave him alone?!"

Before I could react, Ryan grabbed her wrist.

I took the opportunity to slap her across the face.

"First, I have no interest in Ryan. Second, even if we did have something, he doesn't have your name tattooed on his face. He told you he doesn't like you, yet you keep pursuing him. Who's really shameless here, me or you?!"

"You dare hit me?!" Vivi tried to strike back like a madwoman but was forcefully pushed away by Ryan, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Enough!" he said impatiently. "Didn't I tell you to stop looking for me? Why are you here again?!"

"Ryan, you're treating me like this because of her?"

Vivi seemed unable to believe it. "My father saved your father's life! Without my dad, yours would be dead!"

Ryan finally lost his patience: "Your dad is your dad, and mine is mine. He can repay his own debts. I've looked after you enough over the years. Do I have to sacrifice my entire life for it?!"

Vivi stared at him as if seeing a stranger.

After a moment, she spat out: "Ryan Thompson, you'll regret treating me this way!"

Then she got up and ran off.

I had a bad feeling. Given Vivi's obsession with Ryan, there was no telling what she might do.

Sure enough, soon after, I heard someone shouted loudly:

"Someone's threatening to jump from the faculty apartments!"

When I arrived, Ryan was already there.

On the rooftop, Vivi stood in a flowing white dress, her face masked in a calm that barely contained her malice.

The building wasn't particularly tall—just six floors.

But jumping would almost certainly be fatal.

Ryan had already gone up to the roof, his expression grim.

"Stop this nonsense. Come down. What do you want?!"

"What do I want?" Vivi said softly. "I want you to love me."

"Ryan, how did we end up like this? We used to be so close. When people teased me for not having a father, you always protected me. You even said you'd marry me when we grew up. Why did everything change?"

Ryan responded irritably: "That was just childish talk. How could you take it seriously? I also said I wanted to be an astronaut when I grew up!"

Vivi seemed not to need his answer and continued:

"Everything changed when Haley Parker appeared."

Her gaze fell on me below, and even from that distance, I could feel her murderous glare.

"Haley Parker, why did you have to show up? Do you know how many years I've loved him? We could have been together if not for you. It's all your fault. If I die, it's all because of you!"

"In this world, you're the last person I'd ever be with."

"—Why?!" Vivi's eyes reddened as she cried out in anguish. "Ryan, I love you! Who in this world could love you more than me? I'd be better to you than anyone else. Why are you being so cruel?!"

Ryan stared at her steadily.

"Because you ruined my only chance at happiness."

"Because of you, she left me."

The next moment, a firefighter who had quietly approached during Vivi's outburst grabbed her and pulled her away from the edge.

Vivi was still crying hysterically:

"Ryan! Ryan—"

Ryan just stood silently on the roof, never looking her way again.

Across the howling wind, our eyes met.

In that moment, his features seemed to blur.

The seventeen-year-old boy with bright eyes smiled at me:

"Haley, my grades aren't worse than yours anymore. Can you like me now?"

The next second, the image shattered and scattered with the wind.

We both knew that the past was truly gone.

We could never go back.

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