How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 138

Elodie knew Jarrod only cared about this whole thing because of his grandmother. After all, they were about to get divorced-there was no need to keep up appearances when it was just the two of them.

As for deleting those photos, she figured it was best. No sense clogging up his phone or risking Sylvie stumbling across them and getting the wrong idea.

Jarrod's cool, dark eyes lingered on her face for a few seconds, as if he was weighing something. Then he let out a soft, almost amused laugh. "Alright. Whatever you want."

He turned and headed for the bathroom, making it obvious he wasn't going to argue. Honestly, he probably preferred it this way.

Elodie couldn't be bothered to guess what was going on in his head. With a tired sigh, she rubbed her brow. She hadn't expected Jarrod's grandmother to spend the night, much less plan to stay for several days. There was no way she could keep coming back here.

She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Jarrod to finish his shower, half- distracted as she scrolled through the project schedule on her laptop.

When he finally emerged, his hair was towel-dried and still a bit damp. He was already checking his phone as he walked. Elodie paused, watching him. She wasn't sure if all couples in love acted like this-so eager to be in constant contact, not wanting to miss a single message. Even in the shower, he kept his phone close. Was it because he didn't want to miss a text from someone special? Or was he worried about leaving his phone out, afraid she might see something she shouldn't?

She kept her expression neutral, pretending not to notice how absorbed he was in his phone. Calmly, she said, "Your grandmother seems set on staying a few more days. I won't be coming back after tonight. I'll tell her I'm out of town for work."

reasonable solution-this way, his grandmother wouldn't start asking

after New Year's to break the news

of his mouth twitch, a little smile flickering there before he replied

"Out of town?"

she'd said, too distracted by his phone

going on, but she didn't feel anything about it—not anger, not

tell he probably hadn't caught her meaning, but she

Jarrod said in a low, indifferent voice, then rolled

the headboard.

feel awkward at all. At this point, there was no reason to be. She lay down at the very edge of

eyes falling on the outline of her back beneath the thin cotton T-shirt. Her shoulder blades jutted

eyes, some fleeting thought flashing across his

Buzz.