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."

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

wait until after New Year's to break the news to his

bed, his gaze locked on his phone. Whatever message he'd just received made the corner of his mouth twitch, a little smile flickering there before he replied with a few taps. Only then

"Out of town?"

said, too distracted by

on, but she didn't feel anything about

caught her meaning, but she didn't

Jarrod said in a low, indifferent voice, then

glanced at her from the headboard. "Want me to

there was no reason to be. She

eyes falling on the outline of her back beneath the thin cotton T-shirt. Her shoulder blades jutted out just a little-she looked thinner than

his eyes, some fleeting

Buzz.