How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 121

Alexander was genuinely surprised by how swiftly Jarrod had gotten wind of the

news.

He himself had only learned about it yesterday, yet Jarrod was already taking action.

Feigning ignorance, Alexander shook his head. "Nothing's set in stone yet. Mr. Silverstein, are you... looking to recommend someone?"

Jarrod's lips curled with a touch of aristocratic reserve. "As a matter of fact, I am."

Alexander didn't press further.

The answer was obvious.

He caught sight of Elodie standing a short distance away, and couldn't help but hesitate, as if there was something he wanted to say but didn't.

After all, everyone here had spent years maneuvering through the business world. How could he not see through Jarrod's real reason for showing up?

Clearly, Jarrod was here to seize the opportunity to ask about the nomination— nothing more.

Certainly not because Elodie was on his mind.

But Elodie felt no disappointment at all. She'd seen through this reality long ago.

Why would Jarrod suddenly change this year, after ignoring her for so many before? He'd only come because of Sylvie. If not for her, he wouldn't have bothered.

She walked over calmly. "Alex, thanks for helping out today."

rearranged his schedule and cleared his evening for her; she was honestly

thanks. But I really do have to slip out in a bit-there's a major international conference I can't miss. Will you be

speaking in his usual

his behavior

long, knowing look. "Of course. With Mr. Silverstein

have nothing

Once Alexander left,

he'd chosen a suit that was markedly somber and formal, perfectly suited

simplest style seemed to radiate a magnetic

had changed into something appropriate

not staying long, are you?" she guessed. He never had much

faint,

momentarily caught off guard. "No, I just thought you had other

you think I have to do?" He sipped his tea,

Elodie fell silent.

no idea what he

he skipping Selma's

offer any explanation, and she didn't feel like prying. As

up today, she

to have dinner with

the meal, Ivan answered several

flirtatious voice on

hiding it from anyone at the table, coaxing the woman with practiced ease. "Yeah,

Rosemary glanced at Elodie.