They could all hear Elodie's tone during the phone call.

Sylvie frowned slightly, saying nothing.

Maurice let out a short laugh. "Seriously, is she pulling that damsel-in-distress act for attention again?"

"Maybe she's actually sick this time." Sylvie set down her cards, her voice cool

and even.

Maurice shrugged. "Well, she could at least respect some boundaries, especially with you still here." He wasn't surprised-Elodie was never one to stay quiet for long.

Jarrod glanced at his watch. It was just after eight in the evening.

"I'll go check on her."

Maurice caught on immediately. "Right, if you ignore her and she complains to

your grandmother later, this'll be a mess to clean up."

Sylvie pressed her lips together but didn't comment.

Jarrod's eyes remained as cold and unreadable as ever. "You two keep playing. I'll be back in a bit."

Sylvie's posture eased a little. "Alright."

Maurice grinned. "Got it. I know what you mean-just don't let her rope you into anything."

Elodie opened the door. He stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, looking down at her with a measured gaze before stepping

to let him

was a faint trace of women's perfume

with Sylvie the whole

replying in a calm

her, noticing

She wasn't faking.

neutral. "There are three kinds of medicine-one for bronchitis, something for the

at him, a bit surprised he was

"...Thank you."

her, his eyes deep and distant. After a moment, he asked, "Are you planning

her head foggy and

kettle was still

medicine once

was thinking this, she opened her eyes and saw Jarrod still standing there, watching her as if lost in

hesitated. "You're... still

out a faint, ironic laugh. "You're quick to cut

you're done getting

didn't linger. He set

didn't dwell

drifted in and out of sleep until

was room service with

of soup and

didn't order this. Is there a mistake?" she

replied, "Mr. Silverstein requested it be

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