The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 92

His voice was slightly husky: "Baby, what are you doing now?"

This was the first time he had seen Gary, who usually seemed so aloof, showing this kind of expression. The girl’s soft voice came clearly from the receiver in the quiet night.

"I’m taking a shower." The sound of water from the shower made it hard for him to hear clearly, but he saw Gary swallow hard.

When he noticed Paul, he immediately switched to a more coaxing tone. "Baby, can you message me after you finish your shower?"

"It’s a bit... inconvenient right now."

The girl on the other end agreed, and the call ended. Paul looked at Gary and understood that this was the result of the man’s possessiveness, but he didn’t comment.

Actually, through the screen, he had seen something. It only proved that Gary cared a lot about this girl. He casually asked,

"Got a girlfriend? Is this the girl you’ve been chatting with on your phone every day?"

Gary returned to his laptop and replied, "Yes."

Paul could tell that Gary didn’t want to talk about his relationship, so he didn’t ask further.

After all, everyone in the dorm knew that Gary had been secretly in love with a

girl for three years.

From his appearance, it seemed that he had finally gotten his wish. Paul suddenly thought of Jasmine saying that his brother was more handsome than him.

At that moment, he had felt a pang of insecurity. Now that he thought about it, Gary was the only one in the dorm who was more handsome than him.

And he was already with the girl he had secretly admired for three years. Paul felt reassured. But remembering Jasmine’s words still made him angry.

He decided to stay cold toward her for a while; he needed to teach her a lesson. After coming out of the bathroom, I lay on my bed and, inexplicably, opened the chat with Gary.

Since Paul started hanging out with Selina, the direct junior, he rarely contacted me. Even when I insisted on watching a newly released movie.

He agreed but would have Gary accompany me the next day, apologizing that the junior had sprained her ankle. That day, I let Gary go back.

After all, what was the point of watching a movie together? He looked up at me: "Are you rejecting me, sister-in-law?"

He said the phone was unreachable and suggested a video call. When I answered, I saw a shirtless man with perfectly sculpted abs.

His voice was rough, freshly awake. "Sister-in-law, it seems Paul isn’t in the dorm right now."

I: ???

Why was he doing video calls if Paul wasn’t in his room? My roommate laughed lewdly in the background:

"Wonder what he’s trying to do?"

"Didn’t expect Gary to be this scheming."

Later, I distanced myself from him, sensing the underlying tension. I stopped replying to his messages, and after a few attempts, he got the message.

Until one night, after drinking, with red eyes, he video-called me: "Sister-in-law, am I really not better than him?" I panicked and hung up.

Afterward, he also kept his distance and stopped contacting me. Until today, when Paul organized an event at the club. As soon as he got out of the car, he confessed to me.