The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 72

I never talked about love with Joshua Graham, yet we did all sorts of intimate things.

Until he got a new assistant.

And I was constantly asked to give up.

Give up the gifts.

Give up the project connections.

Give up that special position by his side.

Later, when I saw picky Joshua could drink a cup of instant coffee brought by the assistant without batting an eye, I suddenly found it rather meaningless.

So, I handed in my resignation.

"Why?"

"I'm getting older, and I need to get married."

"...Sounds good."

Joshua smiled faintly.

But after a long while, the pen for signing still didn’t fall.

The thin piece of paper was crinkled in his hand.

And he still hadn't signed.

He lowered his head.

I couldn’t see his expression clearly.

I could only hear his voice, which now sounded more controlled but filled with anger.

"Have you found a new boss? Nordson? Or that man who tried to poach you the other day in front of me? Are they offering more money than I do? If you're dissatisfied with your current salary, I can—"

"Mr. Graham, I don't plan to continue working for now."

I sighed and couldn’t stop myself from interrupting Joshua’s words.

To be fair, Joshua was a generous boss.

The salary and bonuses over the years had been more than enough for me to live without worries for the rest of my life.

"No work?"

His hand holding the pen stiffened.

Joshua finally raised his head.

I saw his handsome face clouded with dark clouds.

After a long silence,

he suddenly curved his lips, meaningfully.

"This isn’t like you. Which man could afford to support you?"

I kept a straight face. "I can support him."

Joshua laughed in anger.

"Does he know we were still in the same bed the night before?"

His smile was venomous.

He spoke, his voice mocking. "Does he mind?"

Over the years, Joshua had become increasingly composed.

I rarely saw this sharp, targeted attitude from him.

But I wouldn't continue to misinterpret Joshua’s behavior as him being reluctant to let me go.

So I smiled and kindly reminded him.

"You’ve crossed the line."

From the very beginning,

Joshua had made it clear that he didn’t want our relationship to be made public.

It would cause unnecessary trouble and gossip.

So I had been forcing myself to follow the rules.

Joshua was stunned.

Like he realized his mistake, he uneasily pressed his lips together.

"Sorry."

But soon,

the expensive fountain pen was thrown forcefully on the desk.

With a loud bang.

He leaned back in his chair and clicked his tongue.

Unable to suppress his irritation, he ran his fingers through his hair.

The sharp features of his face became even more pronounced.

"You’re angry."

Joshua stared at me.

Finally, his tone extremely certain, he concluded,

"Donna Ford, you’re angry with me."

"You’re angry about what? Haven’t I explained to you? That day, it was Assistant Fox who got drunk. I’ve already spoken to her. Why are you quarreling with a drunk?"

As he continued,

Joshua’s expression became confused and lost. "Weren’t we fine the day before?"

He seemed to still believe that I wouldn’t leave him.

I didn’t continue speaking.

My gaze fell on the resignation letter and handover files on Joshua’s desk.

In the next moment, the paper flew and landed on the floor.

The fake expression of grievance and dissatisfaction on my face gradually faded.

Joshua’s face tightened, his expression becoming colder.

"I don’t agree, and I don’t think what you just said is enough to make you resign."

Not surprised at all.

After all, Joshua had said himself that I was a tool he found very convenient.

It would take quite a bit of effort to train another useful tool.

But even though I had expected it,

seeing Joshua like this still made me feel a bit sad.

After all, I thought that after all these years, he would at least have some feelings for me.

But in reality, it was all just one-sided on my part.

As for the reason he wanted—

I sighed and suddenly asked.

"Mr. Graham, where’s your scarf?"

"What scarf..."

Joshua furrowed his brows.

But the next second, it seemed like he remembered something.

His face stiffened.

I gave Joshua a scarf.

A scarf I knitted myself.

Because I understood his picky nature,

I knitted and unraveled that scarf countless times.

Fortunately, Joshua seemed quite happy when he received the gift.

The most obvious sign was that month, he wore his trench coat more often.

But love is relative.

The scarf that was dirtied by Carol ended up in the trash.