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?

aside, and strode off toward the parking

her car and was about to get in when

up and

calm expression, surprised there wasn't a hint of hurt in

not even say

to follow her. "It's dark-I didn't see you." She spoke evenly,

off like you were being chased? You've been married before, haven't you? What's

his words;

her composure. "Is there something you

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

these little games with him. He'd never been able

it all ridiculous. "You're mistaken. What you do with your girlfriend is none

how unruffled she was, Ivan's smile turned cold. "That so? When Jarrod was

almost as well as her closest family-to twist the knife about her and Jarrod's

said nothing, turning away to get into her

suddenly grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back. He grinned, voice low and mocking.

security post. Jarrod sat in the driver's seat, with Sylvie

betrayed nothing, and he

probably