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,

replied. He considered their three-year plan

and for once, she allowed

with a knowing look, "There's

a polite rejection from Mr. Patrick's

nothing in particular. Ever since she'd heard that Jarrod

Patrick, she knew they were competitors. VistaLink Technologies had won-Sylvie's

Still...

brows twitched

the way Jarrod had looked

and Sylvie must have learned the outcome before she did.

he think she'd

mind?" Alexander, in

I'll send

eyes and

painkiller and planned to rest for a

later, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

this Miss Elodie?" a

"Yes, speaking."

the agency. There's a buyer interested in viewing the gallery

"I'm not selling. You must have

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