Eight Years Lost A Love Unclaimed (Ariella)
Chapter 67

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His expression turned awkward for a moment, but a few seconds later, he put on. a confident look again.

He fumbled in his bag for a while before finally pulling out a used lipstick and shoving it into my hand.

"How could I forget your birthday? I was just getting you a surprise."

"Look at this lipstick I bought for you. I had to go to several stores to replace this

shade."

I looked at his ears closely, and as I expected, they twitched slightly-his tell when

he lies.

He hadn't even noticed, but I'd seen this little gesture countless times over the few months.

past

I glanced at the lipstick; sure enough, it was Ava's usual shade, a pink that was completely different from the colors I normally wore.

My face remained calm as I tossed the lipstick into the overturned trash can. Seeing me so cold, he got a bit angry and immediately fished it out of the trash. "What's your problem? If you don't like it, fine, but don't throw it away! Eva, since when did you get so picky about lipstick? Why are you so greedy?"

He made it sound like it was mu

fault, but as he picked up the lipstick, the cap

accidentally popped off.

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I glanced at it and noticed that part of the lipstick was missing-clearly used. And there, on the side of Lucas's neck, was a pink lip print, matching the lipstick's shade.

He hadn't noticed at all. I could almost imagine Ava leaving that suggestive mark

on his neck.

My heart, which had already gone numb, twisted in pain again, making me feel nauseous.

I didn't want to witness this farce anymore, so I turned to leave.

The icy pain in my heart returned as I squinted my eyes and turned to walk away.

Lucas, carefully picking up the cap that had fallen, pretended to angrily scold the nonexistent salesperson.

"Babe, don't be mad. It's all the salesperson's fault. How could they sell me a used lipstick?"

"You look so ugly with that cold face. Come on, smile for me, babe."

He tried to grab my arm as I walked away, but I took a step back, avoiding his

hand.

My voice was cold. "Lucas, you're filthy."