Chapter summary: Chapter 74 from the book The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest by Quirinus Amalia
Discover the most important events of Chapter 74, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest. With the engaging writing of Quirinus Amalia, this Internet masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.
Until I saw the box in the photo on Carol’s desk after work.
By the end of the day, Joshua still hadn’t remembered my birthday.
“What are you looking at?”
His cold voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
I instinctively shook my head. “Nothing.”
But Joshua followed my gaze.
Then, his eyes casually scanned my bare neck, and his brow furrowed slightly.
He didn’t say much, but just before entering the banquet hall,
Joshua suddenly stopped.
His body subconsciously leaned toward me.
But with a stiff face, he kept his gaze straight ahead, his tone still rigid.
“I’ll get you something better.”
Did he think I liked that necklace?
I was surprised, but still maintained a polite smile.
“You don’t have to bother, Mr. Graham.”
Joshua turned his head to stare at me, his dark eyes swirling with unclear emotions.
After a long pause, he coldly muttered, “Suit yourself.”
Carol, following Joshua, attracted a lot of attention.
Especially after Joshua stepped in to block a few drinks for her.
“She can’t hold her liquor. I don’t want her to get drunk and bump into anyone.”
His words were brief,
but anyone could hear the protective tone.
Thus, the looks filled with meaning, mixed with a hint of sympathy, all turned toward me.
Everyone was sharp.
Who didn’t see my feelings for Joshua?
But even when I drank to the point of a stomach ache earlier, Joshua never stepped in to block my drinks.
Because to me, it was work.
I lowered my head slightly,
ignoring their gazes.
Without changing my expression, I quietly explained Carol’s identity and some important details to her.
With one less person to block drinks for him, Joshua drank more than usual.
A red hue appeared on his fair face.
Carol seemed a bit anxious.
So, before the next group of guests came over,
she quickly and subtly glanced at me,
then tugged at Joshua’s sleeve and whispered.
“I can do it. Let me drink for Mr. Graham.”
“You’re just looking to join the fun?”
Joshua frowned instinctively in displeasure.
He raised his hand and irritably rubbed his temples, then suddenly chuckled.
His gaze landed on me, and the corners of his lips curled into a smirk.
“But isn’t there someone else here?”
The hand at my side unconsciously clenched into a fist.
I took a deep breath, forcing a smile to politely refuse. “Sorry Mr. Graham, I’ve been drinking traditional Chinese medicine lately, so I’m not really drinking.”
As soon as I spoke, Joshua’s face immediately darkened.
The glass was set down on the table with a soft yet unmistakable clink.
When he heard the news, he stormed off to confront Mr. Graham, demanding to cancel the agreement.
"I can handle things on my own. I don’t need this girl’s help!"
The red-haired teenager spoke arrogantly, glaring at me. "Weren’t you pretty sharp when you were scheming against me before? How could you just sign a contract like that without thinking it through? Did you even read it properly?"
I had read it.
The compensation offered was astonishingly generous.
But if I breached it, I would face ruin and have to pay an astronomical penalty.
Joshua turned away from his father, looking at me with a mix of frustration and helplessness.
I wanted to laugh.
But I also felt that maybe he didn’t dislike me as much as I thought.
"As long as I don’t breach the contract, it’s fine, right?"
"You..."
Joshua was left speechless. He could only mutter a warning. "You’ll regret this one day. When you want to leave, you won’t even have a place to cry!"
I thought to myself, I would never regret it.
Joshua had always hated this contract.
But after his parents died in a car accident and the board members began circling like vultures, he grew up almost overnight.
I stayed by Joshua’s side, helping him through his parents’ funeral.
We bid farewell to wave after wave of people, some sincere, others hypocritical.
When the last person left, Joshua stared blankly at the memorial photos.
After a long silence, he suddenly brought up the contract.
"I know this is despicable,"
Joshua’s voice was tight, his words strained.
"But I’m suddenly grateful that you signed that contract back then.
"Donna, will you leave me too?"

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