How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 160

Only Elodie seemed oblivious to how these things worked.

Jarrod set his teacup down with casual indifference. "You can't put a price on happiness and love. Raise it."

Sylvie paused for a split second, then her lips curled into a smile, her eyes soft and glowing with sweetness. She raised her paddle again, chin tilted ever so slightly. "Fifty million."

Ever since Elodie had joined the bidding, her eyes had been glued to Jarrod's table. She'd seen with her own eyes that Sylvie hadn't planned to continue until Jarrod gave her every ounce of confidence. No matter how high the price, he would back her up.

In that instant, the color drained from Elodie's face. For the first time, she felt a suffocating pressure she couldn't put into words. Her heart clenched tight, aching and numb all at once.

Up ahead, Maurice and the others watched the whole scene unfold with keen interest, glancing at Elodie with looks that needed no translation. Their eyes seemed to mock her, silently declaring her defeat and the absurdity of her challenge.

Was Elodie even qualified to compete with Sylvie?

Grady felt a conflicting mix of emotions. He glanced at Sylvie, then leaned in to whisper to Maurice, "Mr. Silverstein treats Ms. Fielding awfully well... Are they really planning to get married?"

who looked utterly lost. "I think so,"

out of the picture, it was only

knew, deep down, that compared to Jarrod, he didn't stand

She leaned

is an heirloom in the Thorne family it's my mother's wedding

changed dramatically. Grabbing Elodie's hand, she blurted, "Raise your paddle! Go all in! I've got

shook her head, resigned.

how high she bid, Jarrod would always raise the stakes

It was pointless.

Jarrod playing at? Does he even know that ring was

silent for a

He knew.

when they first got married, she'd thought Jarrod was resourceful enough to help her find it. She'd even asked him for help, shown him a picture of the ring. He'd agreed, saved the photo, and told her he couldn't promise

And now...

irony. He understood everything—and still, for Sylvie, he