Chapter 117

Elodie hadn't even spoken yet when Sylvie's voice came through the phone, cool and composed: "Who's this?"

Elodie's words caught in her throat, suddenly dry and impossible to swallow.

Jarrod hadn't saved her number with a name in his phone? So she showed up as just another unknown caller?

She stared down at her feet and asked quietly, "Is Jarrod there?"

"He's right here, but I'm afraid he's too busy for you today," Sylvie replied, her tone unhurried, almost amused.

The calm certainty in Sylvie's voice made it clear: in her eyes, Elodie was just the kind of "other woman" meant to be kept in the shadows, easily dismissed at a moment's notice.

Elodie's brow furrowed.

Before she could reply, she heard Keith's voice in the background: "Ms. Fielding, the bakery called. They're asking if we should deliver the cake now."

Without hesitation, Elodie ended the call.

She stood rooted to the spot, her face pale. After a long moment, she pressed a hand to her abdomen, rubbing gently as a wave of discomfort worsened.

There was nothing left to confirm. Keith was handling the cake, which meant Jarrod had given the instructions himself.

hadn't even tried to show her a shred

her down, making it hard to

check. When she finally returned to the front garden, she wore a calm, neutral expression, as if nothing

the cypress trees, stubbed out his cigarette and let out a short, derisive

Silverstein Group.

when Jarrod returned from the conference room. He crossed the office in long strides, glancing at his watch. "You haven't

smiled softly. "I was hoping we could go together.

a thoughtful gift days ago. Sylvie could tell he genuinely cared. He'd even arranged for the celebration to be held at one of Maurice's

have dinner together and cut the cake

have some things

nodded with her usual gentle grace.

to the stack

by Jarrod's hand. "This is a tie my mother picked out especially for you. Today's

with a subtle red pattern, the red standing out boldly against the dark

nodded lightly. "Let the

Sylvie smiled, satisfied. "Alright."

I've rescheduled your appointments for today. When would you

expression, searching for any signs of emotion, but there was nothing

not to mention Elodie's earlier call about the anniversary. Clearly, Mr. Silverstein was choosing to prioritize Ms. Fielding; Elodie's

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