How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 129

As soon as Jarrod arrived, Alexander glanced over at Elodie.

He noticed she showed not a flicker of emotion, fully absorbed in analyzing the data on military-grade products, which made Alexander's lips curl with

satisfaction.

He'd always known Elodie was a woman of strong will. Once she set her mind on something, she could detach herself in an instant. Maintaining her composure had always been one of her strengths.

Still...

He couldn't help but glance at Jarrod.

Jarrod, from the moment he walked in, was perfectly aware Elodie was there. Yet his gaze skimmed over her with complete indifference, never lingering for even a second.

To anyone watching-whether they were in the know or not-it would seem as though he and Elodie were total strangers. The ease with which he kept his distance, the effortless unfamiliarity, was almost cruel.

"Has he ever brought you a cup of coffee or something?" Alexander gave a short, sardonic laugh and turned to Elodie. "Mr. Silverstein does have a reputation for being a thoughtful man."

Elodie kept scribbling in her notebook, not even glancing up. "No. Never."

She was just being honest.

Other women's attentive boyfriends her own ex-husband had always been cold and distant. The difference was simply in the person.

Alexander gave a theatrical sigh and patted her shoulder. "Look at you, Elodie. You've grown up. To celebrate you finally kicking that hopeless romantic phase, dinner's on me tonight."

Elodie shot him a teasing look. "Are you ever going to stop with the jabs?"

banter and relaxed atmosphere made it

a moment longer, then let his gaze drift to Jarrod, who stood at the edge

side, utterly unconcerned

and share some thoughts on today's tour," Patrick called

by one, the

her mind buzzing with new ideas. She jotted them down in

would be a disaster-core technical secrets,

his old man still couldn't let her go after all these

those nearby, "If you didn't know better, you'd think she was the technical director around here,

out a soft, silent laugh. She understood Grady's implication-Elodie was

about this—U.N2's developer has never been publicly identified. Are they from the

the others turned to

didn't change, but he cast a cool glance in Alexander's direction. Alexander had already made it

I be so bold as to ask if it's possible to meet this teacher?" Sylvie looked sincerely at Patrick. "I'd love to exchange some

she might well reach

drew

in, "Could you

military, but never let slip a single detail, so he was

hint of mischief in his eyes. "I'm afraid that's not possible at the

not?" Sylvie

didn't change-she was cool as

"Researchers-especially the brilliant ones— tend to be reclusive. Maybe, when the time is right,

agreement was still

And besides...

meeting you all." Alexander drawled, speaking Patrick's thoughts aloud. He wore a half-smile, as if joking, but clearly meant every

they, after all? Elodie had no reason to