How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 171

Chapter 171

Honk, honk-

Elodie looked up.

A sleek Bentley was parked by the curb, its hazards flashing. The chauffeur stepped out and opened the door for her with practiced deference.

That's when Elodie remembered-it was Valentine's Day.

She knew Jarrod was only putting on a show, performing for his grandmother's sake.

But tonight was also an opportunity. The matter of the ring-she could finally talk to Jarrod face to face.

"All right," she said quietly.

"I'll wait for you," Jarrod replied, his tone casual, almost indifferent.

Elodie slid into the backseat, not caring where they were headed. She closed her eyes, settling into the quiet, tuning out the city's bustling lights and crowds outside the window.

Eventually, the car pulled up to Blue Sky Table.

It was almost funny.

Day with her. The only reason this year was different was because his grandmother had pulled strings, even after their divorce, forcing his

come true-and

She followed the manager to the best table in the house, a spot with sweeping city

She looked up.

was already seated, dressed in a charcoal-gray, custom-tailored suit. He'd draped the jacket over the back of his chair, the vest fitting perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even sitting there, doing nothing, he drew every eye

a massive bouquet of vibrant

if remembering the script, asked, "Do you like the

Elodie hesitated.

shared, he never did any

has

settling into the chair across from him.

would someone like Jarrod even know where to find them? She didn't need to dig too deep to

if it didn't matter. He simply told the waitstaff, "You may bring

grandmother had rented out the entire restaurant. Tonight, they were the only

candles flickered on the

main course

at the steak on her plate, but hadn't touched

took her untouched plate, and swapped it with his own—he'd already cut it up,

gesture, attentive and

Elodie look

he lifted his

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