Chapter 12

I couldn't bring myself to thank him. Tristan's hand rested lightly on the steering wheel. His wrist was as slender and elegant as a piece of art. I recognized that the watch on his wrist was an Audemars Piguet. It was understatedly luxurious and very expensive. Suddenly, he turned to look at me. Feeling embarrassed, I averted my gaze and asked, "Um… Tristan, where am I supposed to go now?" I frowned, trying hard to rack my brain. "I forgot where Chloe lives." Tristan sighed. "Are you really sure you've forgotten everything?" I nodded. "The doctor said I have intermittent amnesia. I might not remember anything at all." Tristan frowned. "Is it really that serious? Does Jameson know?" I shook my head, forcing a bitter smile. "He doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm just making it up." Tristan seemed a bit angry. He fixed his gaze on me for a moment before changing the conversation. "Do you have WhatsApp?" I hesitated for a moment, caught off guard, then realized he wanted my cont