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

need for thanks. But I really do have to slip out in a bit-there's a

glanced at his watch, speaking in his usual unhurried tone. "Don't worry. I'll stay with

found his

gave Jarrod a long, knowing look. "Of course. With Mr.

nothing to

Once Alexander left,

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

style seemed to radiate

was obvious Jarrod had changed into

not staying long, are you?" she guessed.

a faint, teasing smile. "Trying

momentarily caught off guard. "No, I just thought

have to do?" He sipped his tea, looking at

Elodie fell silent.

had no idea what

skipping Selma's

offer any explanation, and she didn't feel

up today,

stayed to have dinner with

Ivan

woman's flirtatious voice on the

table, coaxing the woman with practiced ease. "Yeah, I'll

Rosemary glanced at Elodie.