Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: Tattoo Her Into My Life! Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: Tattoo Her Into My Life! Enna Clark couldnât stand it any longer and came to the bewildered bossâs rescue, âItâs âChiâ as in âChi Shuiâ.â
âOh, oh, oh.â The boss, assured of the answer, let out a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked her, âThank you.â
Once finished, the boss lowered his head to ponder where to ink the tattoo and asked for his opinion, âWhere would you like the word to be tattooed?â
âOn the inside of the wrist,â Baron Lawrence said nonchalantly.
The boss couldnât resist reminding him, âThe inside of the wrist? That area might be more painful.â
âWhy so much nonsense? I told you to tattoo, just do it!â
The left hand is closest to the heart.
The inside of the wrist is where the main artery lies, equivalent to a personâs vital point.
He was going to tattoo Enna Clark onto his life!
That place was only worthy of Enna Clark!
And he would only allow her on it!
Because she was indeed more important to him than his own life!
Sensing his impatience, the boss no longer dared to babble. He steadied himself, tore open a new set of tools, took out the small knife used for tattooing, and his demeanor became serious and solemnâŠ
Watching the sharp knife in his hand, Enna really wanted to say no to the tattoo. But seeing the handsome manâs expression, she knew the tattoo was going to happen today!
Tattooing is a long and slow process.
Since they were on Pedestrian Street, and Baronâs appearance coupled with the bossâs attire was so eye-catching, it didnât take long for a crowd to gather around.
Standing inside, Enna looked at the boss inking the tattoo little by little, and she felt the pain just by watching. Yet the person getting the tattoo seemed unfazed, as if the minor annoyance of pain didnât register with him at all.
âIs there an event going on here? That guy is so handsome.â
âYou think so too? I think heâs really handsome. Too bad we canât see his face clearly with the hat and sunglasses.â
âI bet heâs a male model hired by the boss, pretending to be a customer to draw the attention of shoppers.â
âMale model? Youâre joking, right? Do you know what brand that sweater heâs wearing is?â
âWhat brand?â
âPduledy!â
The others showed expressions of not recognizing the brand, and the person who had revealed the brand of the sweater Baron was wearing rolled their eyes, continuing, âThat brand is a lot more expensive than LV, Chanel. You guys know the price of a Chanel outfit, right?â
âWe know.â
âThe sweater heâs wearing is ten times the price of a Chanel set! What male model is so rich that they can afford to wear this kind of clothing? And to wear it so casually out and about.â
âSo, youâre saying heâs very wealthy. But if heâs as wealthy as you say, why would he get a tattoo on the street, rather than finding a nicer place?â
âThisâŠâ
âSo, unless you got it wrong, it must be an imitation!â
Listening to the gossip of the women nearby, Enna couldnât help but laugh and cry at the same time.
Baron Lawrence wearing imitations, they were thinking too much⊠As far as she knew, there were hundreds of pieces of clothing in Baronâs cloakroom, all of which were exclusively handcrafted by top-notch fashion designers, and many designs wouldnât even be on sale outside, made just for him.
Although she didnât know if the black sweater he was currently wearing was pduledy, she could be certain of one thing, it definitely wasnât an imitation.
As the crowd around them grew larger, the tattoo artist finally wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes shining as he said, âDone!â
Enna couldnât help but look toward the manâs wrist.
There, on his left wrist, was a tattoo that looked like a pattern, but upon closer inspection, one could make out the characters engraved.
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