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."

schedule and cleared his evening for

her hair. "No need for thanks. But I really do have to slip out in a

glanced at his watch, speaking in his usual unhurried

found his

look. "Of course. With

have nothing to

Once Alexander left,

that was markedly somber and formal, perfectly suited to the memorial.

style seemed to radiate a magnetic tension

obvious Jarrod had changed into something appropriate before

she guessed. He never had

faint, teasing smile. "Trying to

guard. "No, I just thought you had other

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

Elodie fell silent.

no idea

he skipping Selma's fireworks

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

showed up today, she had no

have

meal, Ivan answered several phone

woman's flirtatious voice on the other

woman with practiced ease. "Yeah, I'll come by tonight.

Rosemary glanced at Elodie.