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

finally learned from Alexander that Mr. Patrick had replied. He considered their three-year

eased, and for once, she allowed

with a knowing look, "There's one

a polite rejection

in particular. Ever since she'd heard that Jarrod brought

were competitors. VistaLink

Still...

elegant brows twitched

Jarrod had

she did. No wonder he'd actually spared her

she'd stolen

your mind?" Alexander, in high spirits, turned to

her head. "Nothing. I'll send you the

afternoon, Elodie felt a dull ache behind her eyes and touched her forehead -it seemed a

planned to

phone rang. It

this Miss Elodie?" a voice

"Yes, speaking."

viewing the gallery under your mother's

frowned. "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 on her