Chapter 97

Elodie's eyes flickered, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her fork.

Octavia didn't miss that fleeting reaction. Her smile widened as she nudged her phone toward Jarrod, determined to get an answer. "So, do you like it or not, big brother?"

Jarrod's eyes, cold and unreadable, stayed fixed on the screen. His expression barely shifted. He shot Octavia a warning look.

Octavia shrank back a little, quickly withdrawing her phone. She knew Jarrod and Elodie's situation wasn't public yet; she'd only wanted to see how Elodie would react, not to actually upset her brother.

"What's going on?" their grandmother asked, sensing the tension at the table.

"It's nothing, Grandma," Octavia said brightly, scooting closer. "I just showed Jarrod something he really likes."

Grandma didn't press, patting Octavia's head before turning her attention back to her meal.

Elodie kept her head down, her face carefully blank. She looked numb, as if she were just an outsider watching a love story everyone else envied.

When Jarrod finished eating, he set down his fork and headed upstairs.

"He disappears the moment he finishes.

an excuse to leave, and Grandma's words gave her one—at least for now. She went upstairs and knocked

No answer.

pushed it open and stepped inside, just as Jarrod walked out

he wore casual loungewear that emphasized his broad shoulders and trim waist. His phone was in hand, busy with a

flurry of unwelcome thoughts

shown him a racy photo of Sylvie,

him still chatting—if it was Sylvie sending him even more personal

his shower seem

Jarrod suddenly came

he drew closer, the hem of his loose black pants

the calm, indifferent

brushed past her and headed

to find an elderly man with snow-white hair had joined them in the living room. He wore a

invited him to stop by and give you both

Elodie's face paled.

guess Grandma's motive-to see if there was any physical reason she

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