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

really do have to slip out in a bit-there's a major international conference

his watch, speaking in his usual unhurried

his behavior

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

nothing to

Once Alexander left,

and formal, perfectly suited to the memorial. His black tie matched the jacket, and

the simplest style seemed to radiate

had changed into something

you?" she guessed. He

lowered his gaze, then suddenly gave her a faint, teasing smile. "Trying

I just

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

Elodie fell silent.

no idea

skipping Selma's

didn't offer any explanation, and she

today, she had

stayed to have dinner

meal, Ivan answered several

woman's flirtatious voice on

the table, coaxing the woman with practiced ease. "Yeah, I'll come by tonight. There are people

Rosemary glanced at Elodie.