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.

was no point, anyway. Even if she tried, he'd

Elodie finally learned from Alexander that Mr. Patrick had replied. He considered their three-year plan feasible and agreed to make them a priority project

tension in Elodie's chest eased, and for once, she allowed herself a small

a knowing look, "There's one more

rejection from

particular. Ever since she'd heard

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

Still...

elegant brows twitched

recalled the way Jarrod had

learned the outcome before she

she'd

in high spirits,

of it and shook her head. "Nothing. I'll send

a dull ache behind her eyes and touched her forehead -it seemed

planned

phone rang. It

Miss Elodie?"

"Yes, speaking."

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

not selling. You must have the wrong

call, and went