How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

The professor didn't answer her.

He was probably still upset with her.

Elodie knew she couldn't rush things-hearts didn't turn cold overnight.

After years spent struggling in a loveless marriage, she understood that feeling all too well.

Later, on her way to meet a client, Elodie unexpectedly ran into Jarrod.

He'd just arrived at the entrance to the event hall, where a staff member greeted him.

For once, Sylvie wasn't at his side, which was a surprise.

Jarrod noticed Elodie, too. He glanced over with a languid, unreadable look in his eyes dark and inscrutable.

Elodie subtly frowned.

Was it just her, or was Jarrod's gaze on her a little odd today?

Normally, he would have ignored her completely, never granting her so much as a second look.

She didn't greet him, just walked straight into the company building.

point, anyway. Even if she tried, he'd never respond-only leave her standing

finally learned from Alexander that Mr. Patrick had replied. He considered

tension in Elodie's chest eased, and for

added, with a knowing look, "There's one

polite rejection from Mr. Patrick's

in particular. Ever since she'd heard that

she knew they were competitors. VistaLink Technologies had

Still...

elegant brows twitched

recalled the way Jarrod had looked at

and Sylvie must have learned the outcome before she did. No wonder he'd actually spared

he think she'd

your mind?" Alexander, in high spirits, turned

shook her head. "Nothing. I'll send you the revised plan

Elodie felt a dull ache behind her eyes and touched her

painkiller and planned to rest for

It was an unfamiliar

this Miss Elodie?" a voice

"Yes, speaking."

the agency. There's a buyer interested in viewing the gallery under your mother's name. Would you be available to

"I'm not selling. You must have the wrong

and went back to the pile of unfinished work on her