A quiet voice came from inside the room. "Come in."

Elodie pushed open the door. Jarrod had just finished showering and changed into fresh clothes; he stood with his back to her, scrolling through his phone.

She stepped inside and noticed his suit jacket lying haphazardly on the rug beside the futon. Instinctively, Elodie stooped to pick it up.

Just then, Jarrod turned around. His gaze flicked to the jacket in her hands, and his brows drew together. "Don't touch my things again."

For years, Elodie had always been the one to iron his clothes by hand. Jarrod assumed she was about to take his jacket away to deal with it.

Elodie pressed her lips together and tossed the jacket onto the futon. "When are we_"

"Get some sleep," Jarrod cut her off, barely glancing her way as he checked his watch and strode quickly out of the room. Whether Elodie had something important to say didn't seem to matter to him.

His abrupt departure caught her off guard.

She'd lost her chance to talk to him about the divorce.

As for what could make him leave in such a hurry-other than Sylvie, she couldn't think of a single person.

a car horn

chimed. Alexander had sent

The room will be full of industry

a change of clothes from the wardrobe and settled

the night. Elodie spent a good while calming

through the mountain of documents, she'd even managed

who'd only had a few days with the files. "She did all this herself?"

was back then. The top universities-here and abroad- were

looked skeptical. "Come on, Mr. Sterling, you're at the top of the game here. Is she supposed to

offering no further

talent, his own father would never have been so furious about her quitting for

What a waste.

people really can't tell a

with their secret marriage, there was never a reason-or an occasion to dress up. The only

had gotten a matching suit-his cufflinks set with green stones to

wear her dress, and Jarrod

blush to hide her exhaustion,

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