The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 29

Gina didn’t push the door open. Instead, she turned around expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened, and left.

Without realizing it, she found herself standing at the student hall—the place where she had first met Luke.

The image of Luke holding Zoe kept flashing before her eyes, and those two sentences kept echoing in her ears: "Are you not afraid she’ll find out the truth?"

Gina wondered: What exactly did Luke deceive her about? What is the truth? Was the brain tumor also a lie?

She began replaying the past three years in her mind, each memory showing Luke's gentle care wrapping her up. But that gentleness always arrived just a little too late after she had suffered.

That delayed awareness made her blood feel like it had turned to ice, cold enough to make her tremble.

Gina abruptly closed her eyes, gripping her bank card tightly in her hand. The thin card felt like a sharp blade piercing into her palm.

In the evening, when Gina returned to their apartment, Luke was placing the last dish on the table.

"You're back? Wash your hands and eat."

Gina looked at his seemingly indifferent, gentle demeanor, almost doubting that what she had seen earlier was just a nightmare.

She suppressed all the questions and anger in her heart, forcing a smile.

"Sorry, Luke. I forgot it’s your birthday, and I didn’t prepare a gift for you."

Luke paused for a moment, a flicker of ambiguous emotion flashing in his eyes. He quickly smiled again. "I thought it was something serious. You’re my best birthday gift."

Saying this, Luke gently pushed her toward the chair.

"This meal is to reward you for all your hard work."

Gina observed him seriously, not wanting to miss any subtle expression on his face. But she couldn’t read anything.

Gina lowered her eyes, hiding the sarcasm in her gaze. Of course, after three years of acting, how could he let her see through him so easily?

He wanted to act, and Gina had no intention of exposing him now. But this meal felt like needles piercing her throat, every bite accompanied by pain.

Midway through the meal, Luke stood up to go to the bathroom. Gina, with an indifferent expression, put down her bowl and chopsticks.

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang, and a text message popped up.