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.

The only reason this year

she used to long for had finally come true-and

motions. She followed the manager

She looked up.

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

a massive bouquet of vibrant magenta

way and, as if remembering the script,

Elodie hesitated.

before. All those little gestures couples shared, he never

ignored long enough, has a way of dying

from him. She didn't say

roses weren't exactly common. How would someone like Jarrod even know where to find them? She didn't need to

if it didn't matter.

the entire

the windows, candles flickered on the

course arrived

her plate, but hadn't

swapped it with his

gentleman's gesture, attentive and

Elodie look at

he lifted his eyes.

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