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.

if she tried, he'd never

Mr. Patrick had replied. He considered their three-year

eased, and for once, she allowed herself a

with a knowing look, "There's

a polite rejection from Mr. Patrick's

particular. Ever since

knew they were

Still...

elegant brows twitched

recalled the way Jarrod had

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

he think she'd stolen

in

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

behind her eyes and

a painkiller and planned to rest for

few minutes later, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. Elodie

Miss Elodie?"

"Yes, speaking."

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

not selling. You must

another scam call, and went back to the pile of unfinished work on