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.

her lips together, just 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 ask me directly. However I define her, that's what

face, her momentary tension vanishing as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a faint ripple of emotion

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

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

any attempt to slander

never known what it was like to

stance. She glanced at Elodie, concern in her eyes as she

the spectacle. She'd stopped caring about this kind of scene a long time ago. Jarrod hadn't given a direct answer, but his protectiveness was obvious to

for Alexander... perhaps he still hadn't realized just

tugged Esmeralda's arm and

away, giving no sign of anger, sadness, or joy. It was as

distant and calm. Maybe