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-

turned, gave Joseph a polite nod, and

corner before the elevator doors

for a long moment, rubbing his temples with a

he felt a little

wanting to talk to her more. It struck him,

hotel had delivered a beautiful fruit platter. Rosemary, positively beaming, called Elodie over. "Come have a snack, Elodie.

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

on New Year's Eve? Honestly, Elodie,

Rosemary, you know how determined Elodie is-she always gives a hundred percent. If this is

reserved a table. Why don't you

at once.

bit of work. At last, the sound of

glanced at the screen. It

had never truly accepted her, always

Elodie hesitated, then answered.

always insisted on being addressed as "Mrs. Silverstein," never "Mom," unless there were outsiders present. Now that she and Jarrod

about

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