The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 26

There, sitting right in the middle of the sofa, was none other than Luke.

The flashing neon lights in the room cast a glow on his features, but they couldn’t mask the cool, unapproachable aura he exuded.

Gina’s heart sank. Hadn’t he said he had business with the student council?

She wanted to look closer, but before she could, the door to the VIP room slammed shut in front of her.

Just as she was about to push the door open, the manager quickly walked over from a distance.

“Gina, do you have any idea how expensive that bottle was? You ruined it, and you’re fired. You won’t get a penny of your salary this month.”

“Manager, I…” Gina tried to explain, but was interrupted.

“Get out! Don’t make me say it again, or I’ll call the police.”

Gina glanced at the door to the VIP room and then at the manager’s furious face. She clenched her fists and slowly walked away.

A moment later, the door to the VIP room opened, and the manager bowed and apologized to the people inside. “Don’t worry, it’s all taken care of.”

After changing her clothes, Gina didn’t leave. She stood quietly by the entrance of the bar.

The city, freshly washed by the rain, felt cold. She wore only a thin layer, and her wounds were still untreated. Her mind was consumed by the image of Luke sitting inside that VIP room.

Mixed with the memory of the phone call earlier, her face grew paler, like a ghost drifting through the night.

Finally, in the late hours, a group of people emerged from the bar, laughing and chatting.

At the front of the group, Luke stood.

He was still wearing the white shirt from earlier, and Zoe stood beside him, talking to him with a smile so intimate it seemed like she might fall into his arms.

Gina’s eyes stung, and her chest felt as though a sharp blade had been thrust into it, causing blood to pour out instantly.

She stepped out from the shadows, her voice trembling with cold. “Luke.”

The group of people stopped in their tracks, and all eyes turned toward her.

It was still the same familiar face, but for the first time, Gina felt like the Luke standing before her was a complete stranger.

Her hand tightened, and the wound that had long since scabbed over split open again, blood dripping onto the ground.

But it was as if she couldn’t feel the pain. She fixed her gaze on Luke, asking with a cold, broken voice, “Why are you with her?”