CHAPTER 85 The Dinner Party

　　I bit my lip and kept quiet, afraid that any sound might give something away.

　　He spoke again, "Babe, you've made me suffer, this long night, how am I supposed to get through it?"

　　My face felt like it was on fire. I rolled around on the large bed and covered my burning face, saying, "Go to sleep."

　　On the other end of the phone, I could hear Lucas's frustrated voice.

　　"I should've rushed back tonight. Now I regret it."

　　I held the phone to my ear, imagining what he might be doing. Was he lying on a couch? Or on his bed? Or maybe standing on the balcony, leaning on the railing, looking out at the night view? He must be frowning, maybe with a cigarette in his hand. He would look incredibly charming.

　　"Go to sleep, come back early tomorrow."

　　At that moment, I felt like a wife waiting for her husband to come home. The longing in my heart was overwhelming.