Chapter 335

I had forgotten that we were still stuck in traffic when I looked at Luke in shock.

Luke, drunk and drowsy, hadn't heard me. I held onto his arm, staring at him intently, and urgently said, "Luke, wake up. What did you just call me?"

"What happened?" Luke opened his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose to clear his head.

"You just called me 'Jen Jen'," I said.

That night, I wasn't fully conscious. I didn't know if those intimate, affectionate calls of "Jen Jen" were my imagination or real. Luke's recent "Jen Jen" had brought me back to that night.

"Jen Jen?" Luke didn't remember what he had just said. "If you like, I can call you that from now on."

I opened my mouth, wanting to ask Luke if he had ever been to the Waldorf Hotel, but then realized how absurd the question was. Luke traveled often, with his days filled with work. How could he possibly remember when he might have visited the Waldorf?

Earlier, I had desperately wanted to confirm if Luke was the man from that night. B