How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 153

Elodie had no idea what was happening on Naylor's end. She was deep in conversation with Alexander, discussing the latest high-tech materials from TerraCore Technologies-even though the product launch hadn't started yet.

By the time they finished, she'd already pieced together the pros and cons of TerraCore's new materials and jotted down a few notes.

As she set her pen aside, she noticed Jarrod and Sylvie had split up. Sylvie had disappeared somewhere, and Jarrod had slipped away from the cluster of people to make his way toward the main hall.

Elodie stood up, told Alexander, "I'm going to the restroom," and didn't wait for him to look up from his phone before heading off.

She caught up with Jarrod just as he was about to round the corner.

When he saw her, Jarrod's face remained unreadable. "What is it?"

Elodie tipped her chin up. Her face was strikingly delicate, making her eyes look even larger and more detached than usual. "I need to talk to you. Let's have a word."

she didn't bother phrasing it as a

his gaze cool and

weaving past in every direction. She was about to suggest they find somewhere quieter-no point risking eavesdroppers and giving Jarrod an excuse to blame her-when he suddenly stepped closer, raising his

marching past. If he hadn't intervened, she would have been knocked into for

formed a protective barrier around her; the

her brow and asked, her voice cool, "I sent you those

meeting hers before drifting elsewhere, as

"but honestly, you need to make things clear to her as soon as

was tired of dragging this out. It wasn't just exhausting for her-her grandmother was running herself ragged for nothing. With her blood pressure and heart issues, Elodie didn't dare spell things out

the holidays are over. It's time we

erupted a short

He stepped around her quickly, his face darkening as he strode off, not waiting to

couldn't understand why he'd agreed to talk only to