How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 143

He'd always looked at her through tinted lenses.

But now...

Joseph found himself studying Elodie's expression again.

Her face was calm as frost, utterly devoid of emotion. The polite warmth she once showed them was gone, replaced by a chill that kept everyone at arm's length.

Elodie... wasn't the same.

"I'm staying with my grandmother," Elodie answered simply, not bothering to explain further.

Joseph was a little surprised, but he could tell she had no intention of chatting.

As for the reason behind her attitude...

He understood. He really did.

Ding-

Elodie turned, gave Joseph a polite nod,

disappear around the corner before the elevator doors slid shut

long moment, rubbing his temples

he felt

barely acknowledged him, yet he found himself wanting to talk to her more. It struck him, suddenly, that he'd never truly known who

in Rosemary and Emile's suite, the hotel had delivered a beautiful fruit platter. Rosemary, positively beaming, called Elodie over. "Come have a snack, Elodie. The concierge just told me there's a bonfire party at ten tonight. Do you

Emile was already holding out a forkful of kiwi for her. She took a bite and then replied, "Depends how long these reports take. You and

on New Year's Eve? Honestly, Elodie, you're turning into a

unwilling to criticize. "Come on, Rosemary, you know how determined Elodie is-she always gives a

sharp—I've already reserved a table. Why don't you and Grandma go downstairs and have a look

in the honeymoon phase of the trip, agreed at once. "Absolutely!" She

up her last bit of work. At last, the

at the screen.

called. Lucinda had never truly accepted her, always treating her

Elodie hesitated, then answered.

were

about to