The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 24

My boyfriend was poor, but he loved me deeply, and I’ve been supporting him by working part-time while studying for three years.

Later, while working at the most expensive club, I caught sight of him opening a bottle of wine worth hundreds of thousands of dollars without even batting an eyelid.

The people around him were flattering him, calling him ‘Young Master Hardin.’

That’s when I realized, the 'Hardin' in Luke’s name, is from the Hardin family, the Hardin family of Hardin Group.

The same Hardin family that, when someone passes away, has an obituary published covering the entire front page of the newspapers.

I looked at him and smiled.

'Luke, we’re done.'"

...

In a classroom in the Knowledge Building at Aurora University,

Gina Miller was cornered by a few girls, a bucket of cold water mixed with ice cubes was poured over her head.

Immediately, her clothes clung to her body, leaving her looking disheveled.

The girl leading the group squatted down and slapped her across the face, her voice laced with mockery.

"Gina, you’ve got some backbone, haven’t you? After all this time, you still haven’t complained to Luke."

"Are you afraid that he, the student council president, will be put in a difficult position?"

Gina had a fever, with her eyes bloodshot, and although her teeth were chattering from the cold, she remained calm.

"Are you done yet? If you’re done, I’ll leave."

The girl in front of her was Zoe Cooper, the daughter of the school’s board of directors, and also the campus belle.

She liked Luke, something everyone in the school knew.

Therefore, as Luke’s girlfriend, Gina had become her target.

Zoe sneered, then slapped her across the face again.

Her minions, seeing this, rushed forward and fawned, “Zoe, don’t dirty your hands. Let us deal with this kind of person.”

With that, punches and kicks rained down on Gina.

She shut her eyes, lifting her hand with difficulty to protect her head.

She had tried to fight back before, but with Zoe’s status, the result was that her scholarship had been revoked.

So, after that, she endured it, waiting for them to finish before leaving.

Perhaps Gina’s reaction bored Zoe, who waved her hand dismissively.

“Such a bore.”

"Gina, with that dead look on your face, I really don’t understand what Luke sees in you."

“Get a clue and break up with him. Otherwise, I don’t know what I’ll do next time!”

With that, Zoe and her group left.

Gina, enduring the pain all over her body, propped herself up with the desk. Just as she stood up, urgent footsteps approached the classroom door.

Her heart skipped a beat, and in the next second, Luke appeared, drenched in sweat.

"Gina!" He rushed over, pulling her into his arms. "Did they bully you again?"

Because of him, she became the enemy of every girl at school, and things escalated to physical attacks.

But she still felt immense gratitude for meeting Luke because he always showed up at the right time, when she was badly hurt.

But over time, she began to feel that he was always a step too late.

"Luke," Gina called out softly.

"Yeah, I’m here." Luke, while walking, gently comforted her. "How about I make you some Ravioli for dinner? You said you wanted some yesterday."

Gina shook her head, brushing aside the strange thought, and buried her face in his neck.

"Thank you for always being with me."

Back at their rented apartment, Luke immediately took out the first aid kit to tend to her injuries, then went into the kitchen.

Soon, he brought out a steaming bowl of Ravioli.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and patted Gina’s head. “Eat slowly, it’s hot. I’ll take this call.”

A sudden summer storm broke out, and the sky, which had just been clear, was now pouring with rain.

Gina looked at Luke on the balcony, wearing thin clothes, and put down her chopsticks. She picked up his coat and walked toward him.

On the balcony, Luke was facing away from her.

He had one hand on the railing, holding his phone in the other, his voice cold.

“The money’s been transferred to you. You did well today, but next time, don’t slap her in the face.”