How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 113

Queenie clung to Ivan's arm, but he just took a long drag from his cigarette and patted her on the head. "Enough, go inside and wait for the results. I'll finish my smoke and come find you."

She caught the careless, unmoved look on his face and knew he wasn't letting her get away with any games. Reluctantly, she tugged at his sleeve. "Alright, but don't take too long."

She'd smashed Ivan's favorite mug earlier, and when she saw his anger, she felt a strange mix of nervousness and sweetness. Instinctively, she faked a

stomachache to defuse his temper.

Thankfully, after sweeping up the broken pieces, Ivan had taken her straight to the hospital.

His concern for her made it impossible for Queenie to admit she'd been faking.

Once Queenie disappeared toward the emergency room, Ivan finally turned his gaze in the direction Elodie had gone.

For a moment, he wondered:

Did Elodie see what just happened?

Would her eyes be red with anger again?

the cigarette aside, and strode off

unlocked her car and was about to get in

and

a hint of hurt in her eyes. He

and not even say hello?" Ivan's tone

honestly hadn't expected Ivan to follow her. "It's dark-I didn't see you."

being chased? You've been married before,

in his words; everything he

composure. "Is there

and stubbed it out. "You saw and walked away. Isn't that

play these little games with him.

her lip, finding it all ridiculous. "You're mistaken. What you do with your girlfriend

Ivan's smile turned cold. "That so? When Jarrod was spoiling

her closest family-to twist the knife about her

said nothing, turning away to

and suddenly grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back. He grinned, voice low and mocking. "If you won't say

a black Mercedes was just pulling past the security post. Jarrod sat in the driver's seat, with Sylvie beside him. Both

face betrayed nothing, and he quickly looked away, as if

He's probably here