How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 134

Jarrod studied Elodie for a moment, his gaze thoughtful and a little distant. It was clear he was sizing up the situation, piecing things together in his mind. With a cool indifference, he finally looked away.

He turned his attention to Joseph and Ivan.

Elodie couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling left by that brief look from Jarrod- there was something about it she just couldn't name.

"What are you two doing here?" Joseph sounded genuinely surprised.

It was Sylvie who answered, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Maurice had something come up last minute. He specifically asked us to handle this. What happened?"

She shot a pointed glance at Elodie. Why was Elodie here again? Lately, their paths seemed to cross far too often.

Especially considering this was supposed to be their inner circle. Somehow, Elodie had slipped in, calm and unruffled as always.

Joseph felt a headache coming on. This was not how things were supposed to go. Trust Maurice to throw a wrench in the works.

Jarrod strode into the room, his steps long and purposeful. His brow furrowed as he asked, "Mr. Harcourt? What's going on here?"

Joseph frowned. How was he supposed to explain? Admit they'd gotten into it because of Elodie? That would only invite more questions.

He pulled Queenie close and replied with a

no

revealed nothing. "If

didn't even bother to press

people and things Jarrod cared about—but

well. He shot Elodie a sly, ambiguous look, then, with Sylvie by his

How awkward.

broke the tension, turning to Sylvie with a quick, "I'll take Ivan to

Sylvie nodded in agreement.

glance. Arm around Queenie, he left with an easy swagger,

said simply,

Sylvie pulled a tissue from her purse

took it with a small smile. "It's

his watch.

No one objected.

said nothing more, following behind them like

of attention. "I'll take Sylvie back