How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 37

Jarrod's gaze was utterly indifferent. He could see how exhausted and sickly she looked, but there wasn't the slightest bit of concern in his eyes.

They'd been married for three years, sharing the same house, the same routines, day in and day out.

Even a pair of stray cats or dogs, thrown together for three years, would have developed more of a bond than this.

But for Jarrod, the only thing that ever seemed to matter was Sylvie.

Whether Elodie lived or died didn't seem to make any difference to him. Elodie's eyes flickered, landing for a moment on Sylvie's stomach.

She quickly pulled away from Ivan's hand as he tried to ruffle her hair.

Ivan had spotted Jarrod and his group. Glancing at Elodie, he greeted them, "Mr. Silverstein, not feeling well today?"

Jarrod nodded with his usual poise, "I brought Sylvie in for a checkup."

Ivan, remembering some gossip he'd just overheard, raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Good news, then? I heard it was a prenatal appointment?"

Sylvie arched a brow, exchanging a glance with Jarrod before giving a small, knowing smile.

Jarrod's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Careful what you say, Mr. Harcourt. Rumors like that aren't good for Sylvie."

Elodie sat quietly, staring at the back of her own swollen hand, puffy from IV fluids.

Jarrod had grown up with a classic British elite education-elegant, polished, always the perfect gentleman. Even if he was cold at heart, on the surface he never slipped up. It was all for show, never for anyone's sake but his own.

Except, of course, when it came to Sylvie.

slightest mistake. "Oh, so it's just a

little. I wanted the doctor to

looked at Sylvie's hand. It

"injury," it was barely a scratch, yet Jarrod had made a big show

when Elodie had fainted right in front of

the saying

hang yourself, they'll think

Ivan a graceful nod. "I'll go find the doctor. You two

Elodie, and though her expression remained gentle throughout, there was a quiet disdain

with Jarrod and Ivan either. She stood up, murmured, "I'll

away, Jarrod finally

thinner than

suit jacket she was wearing hung loosely on her

way she used to her voice gentle, always trying to

seemed

her a little

cocked his head and teased, "Mr. Silverstein, you're so wrapped up in Ms. Fielding these days that I have to keep an eye on Elodie for you. She's running

no longer an employee of the Silverstein Group. Didn't

and hesitated

or small. He supposed she

temporary hospital bed, Elodie searched for her

her a bottle of warm

the hospital; she had a hunch she'd be seeing a lot more

Alex. I appreciate

laugh. "Let's be honest, I'm more reliable

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