The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 97

But he didn’t expect that the girl was Jasmine, the one Paul had been pursuing for so long.

Their relationship was good. He suppressed his feelings but often felt miserable.

Paul treated him well, and his upbringing wouldn’t allow him to play the role of the third party. Even when he searched online for what to do, netizens said: “What third party? Only the unloved are third parties.”

But he thought, a third party is still a third party, no matter how much they loved or not. If this logic were valid, then every third party in the world would be true love.

So, he could only grow more silent. But he still couldn’t help but fall for her. He had forced himself to stay away from her. He had even thought, in a despicable way, that if Jasmine dumped Paul, it would be easier for him.

But the reality was different. He thought maybe, just maybe, he would never get another chance. Until one day, when Paul had a new junior beside him.

He watched coldly as they discussed the topic, looking intimate.

Paul even pinched the girl’s nose, and both of them were smiling at each other. He knew. Maybe, he wouldn’t miss this chance.

Sure enough, Paul became more and more overwhelmed, and that rainy day, he asked him to pick up Jasmine. He agreed.

Later, Paul’s requests kept increasing:

“Gary, I’m really busy. Jasmine wants to go shopping with me, but I don’t have time. A junior is moving out of the dorm.”

“Gary, Jasmine needs to go to Professor Tom’s house, and it’s raining outside, can you send her?”

“Gary, Jasmine wants to play a game with me. Can you log into my account and help me out? I promised to watch a new movie with my junior.”

“Gary, can you take Jasmine to a restaurant? She got a couple’s dining card from her professor, and she really wants to go with me.”

“Gary.”

…

He interacted with Jasmine more and more. She always politely thanked him.

But later, as they became closer, she began to relax. A few days later, Jasmine had acute gastritis, and her roommate called him.

Paul was busy and wouldn’t answer their calls. His last shred of hesitation vanished. He couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.

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