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The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 16

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Knowing the truth after everything I had discovered yesterday, hearing Lincoln's words only made my heart ache even more.

"How can you swear such a cruel oath? Aren't you afraid it might come true?" I asked, my voice laced with bitterness.

Lincoln let out a low laugh, his eyes full of what seemed to be genuine affection as he looked at me.

"No, because no one knows better than I do how much I love you!" Lincoln said with conviction.

"If you don't believe me, Laura, I'm willing to give you my entire life."

He claimed he could give me his whole life, yet he couldn't control his desires.

His body still carried the lingering scent of another woman, but his lips continued to weave the sweetest lies for me.

I lowered my head and chuckled softly, not responding further. "Alright."

Lincoln let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief before quickly changing the subject.

"This afternoon, my mom wants us to visit the temple to pray and fulfill a vow."

"And tonight, at my uncle Jasper's engagement banquet, I have a surprise for you!"

How coincidental, Lincoln—I have a surprise for you tonight as well.

Two years ago, when Lincoln was in a coma after the car accident, I, a non-believer, dragged my barely-recovered body up ninety-nine steps, kneeling one by one, to pray for his safe recovery at the temple.

Today, returning to the same temple to fulfill that vow, I was surprised to find Rosemary there as well.

While drawing lots, seeing that no one was around, she batted her innocent eyes at me and smiled coyly.

"Laura, I came to pray for the baby in my belly. Did you come for the same reason?"

She looked so confident, as if she had already won, ready to take my place in Lincoln's life.

Turning my head away, I tried to distance myself from her, but she suddenly stood up and grabbed my arm, lowering her voice to speak.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Laura. I forgot you can't have children. I shouldn't have brought it up."

Watching her self-serving performance, I couldn't help but find it a bit funny. But deep down, an ominous feeling stirred within me.

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