Keith caught on quickly. "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Thorne didn't come up today."

In other words, she hadn't brought lunch at all.

Jarrod narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

Keith couldn't help adding, "I checked with PR. They said Ms. Thorne didn't come in to work either-she's officially resigned. Mr. Silverstein, is Ms. Thorne throwing a tantrum with you?"

Elodie used to make her presence felt, showing up every day with lunch. Most of the time, Jarrod ignored it and let Keith deal with the food.

Resigned?

Jarrod hadn't really taken her resignation seriously. He knew exactly how much Elodie needed this respectable, well-paid job.

But now...

She'd come to her senses soon enough.

He barely managed a careless smile, scrolling through his phone until he found Elodie's messages from a week ago her last one, asking if he'd be home for dinner.

She'd stopped reaching out ever since he didn't go with her to the hospital, and after he celebrated Sylvie's birthday instead.

Keith gave a dismissive snort. "Honestly, I think Ms. Thorne's just playing hard to get. She'll come crawling back before long, pretending nothing happened."

get Mr. Silverstein's attention, huh? As if

at Elodie's profile picture for a moment, then pocketed his

stood up. "Book a table. I'm having dinner with

and Joseph

nodded. "Yes, sir. Any

"Have them make introductions. Let Sylvie meet

Ms. Fielding could make Mr. Silverstein put in

business dinner and wanted Elodie

drink. She made an excuse, and Alexander didn't press; he just asked her to pick him up

to managing Jarrod's every need, she'd hardly lived her own life-she even found shopping

daily life had been so demanding, she'd had no energy

her health uncertain, all she could do

browsing the shops, the cold air bit at her. She wrapped her grandmother's knitted scarf around her

about Alexander's

doorway, overhearing laughter and conversation inside. "Mr. Silverstein clearly thinks highly of Ms. Fielding,

gap. She saw Jarrod's tall figure, his arm loosely around

someone joked. "I wouldn't be

"With Ms. Fielding keeping things in order at home, life

was unhurried, almost gentle. "Sylvie's hands aren't meant for household chores. She has her own world to soar

hand, clutching the doorknob, went

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