How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 107

Sylvie could see right through Esmeralda's veiled jab. Her brows drew together in irritation as she fixed the woman with a cold stare.

She was sure she'd never done a thing to provoke Esmeralda. But judging by Esmeralda's attitude, Elodie was probably behind this latest bit of drama.

Sylvie shot a glance at Elodie, who stood nearby, her expression betraying a flicker of impatience. Typical Elodie this was just another of her petty tricks, the kind that never quite managed to make an impact. If she couldn't compete in any other way, she'd resort to cheap schemes like these.

Grady, meanwhile, was genuinely curious about the question Esmeralda had raised. Given how fiercely Jarrod always stood up for Sylvie, one might assume they were together-except Grady couldn't recall Jarrod ever introducing Sylvie as his girlfriend.

So, was Jarrod simply pursuing her? Did that mean Grady still had a shot?

Naylor turned to Sylvie as well, clearly waiting for her answer.

about to speak, when a tall, broad- shouldered figure stepped up beside her. Jarrod's gaze swept over Esmeralda, cool and unreadable, pausing for a split second on Elodie before he spoke, his tone detached. "If you're so curious about this, you can

as it had appeared, leaving only a faint ripple of emotion

both protection and a warning. He wouldn't force Sylvie to define their relationship, nor would he let her take the fall for it. Girlfriend, fiancée -whatever title he publicly claimed for her, that was the only one that mattered. He was shutting down any chance Elodie had of stirring up trouble by declaring herself the real

spat, especially now, with divorce proceedings underway. If anything, he'd use it as an excuse to legitimize Sylvie. In the

any attempt to

like to be favored by Jarrod, so there was no

meanwhile, picked up on Jarrod's blunt stance. She glanced at

friend's reassuring look, unmoved by the spectacle. She'd stopped caring about this kind of scene a long time ago. Jarrod hadn't given a direct answer,

He couldn't help but wonder if Jarrod had rejected Elodie's advances. As for Alexander... perhaps he still hadn't realized just how fickle Ms. Thorne could be. Elodie didn't bother arguing, nor did she care what became of Jarrod

Esmeralda's arm and

at her. Elodie's slender back remained straight as she walked away, giving no sign of anger, sadness, or joy. It was as if she and

but lately she'd grown distant and