How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 166

Jarrod was a cautious man. If the divorce paperwork wasn't finalized, he'd never let the news slip-

Because Jarrod simply wouldn't allow Sylvie to leave anyone with ammunition against her before she was securely in her new role.

When you truly love someone, you think of everything for them.

Ivan regarded him with a sly, teasing grin. "Mr. Silverstein, when the time comes, you'd better invite me to your wedding."

Jarrod's gaze lifted, but his expression barely changed.

Maurice chuckled, making sure the banter didn't die. "Absolutely. Wouldn't miss it for the world."

Elodie stood up.

She didn't want to watch this picture-perfect camaraderie any longer.

Esmeralda rose to follow her.

Elodie checked her watch; the dinner had about half an hour left.

That was all the time she had left to find Fergus.

"Esme, I'll check with the guest list at the front desk. Could you look around the other side of the hall?"

"Sure thing," Esmeralda replied.

her whether a guest named Fergus was in attendance tonight. The staff,

guest

were in

son- in-law, and his word carried weight. If she could get the guest list from him,

She hesitated.

loomed over her, urgent and pressing. In the end,

meet me by the side hall for

He didn't reply.

went

treatment. She'd thrown up twice, her immune system was shot, and she had a chill she couldn't

She didn't wait long.

one hand in his pocket, a cigarette perched between his

wore thick coats, hiding her figure. But tonight, she was

shoulders and neck were exposed, skin pale and delicate. The fabric hugged her curves, accentuating her femininity in a way that was impossible

far more alluring now than she'd

He knew exactly why.

last few years being

in his eyes before he forced it

but she could sense

around her shoulders. "Could you give me the guest list for tonight's

that all you want to talk to