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.

Even if she tried, he'd never respond-only leave her

at VistaLink Technologies, Elodie finally learned from Alexander that Mr. Patrick had replied. He considered their

Elodie's chest eased, and for once, she allowed herself

a knowing look,

rejection from Mr. Patrick's

Ever since

they were competitors. VistaLink

Still...

brows

way Jarrod had looked

outcome before she did. No

think she'd stolen

mind?" Alexander, in high spirits, turned

her head. "Nothing. I'll send you the revised plan for this morning's

eyes and touched her forehead -it

a painkiller and planned

later, her phone rang. It was

Miss Elodie?"

"Yes, speaking."

the gallery under your

selling. You

dismissing it as just another scam call, and went back to the pile of unfinished