How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

Jarrod had never spent a single Valentine's Day with her. The only reason this year was different was because his grandmother had pulled strings, even after their divorce,

for had finally come true-and it meant nothing to her now. In fact, it only

going through the motions. She followed the manager

She looked up.

vest fitting perfectly across his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even sitting there, doing

a

and, as if remembering the script,

Elodie hesitated.

given her flowers before. All those little gestures couples shared, he

has a way of

into the chair across from him. She didn't say whether she liked

even know where to find them? She didn't need to dig too deep

her detachment. His dark eyes remained calm, as if it didn't matter. He simply told the waitstaff, "You may bring out the

grandmother had rented out the entire

the windows, candles flickered on

course arrived

steak on her

Jarrod quietly reached over, took her untouched plate, and swapped it with

gesture, attentive and

Elodie

gaze, he lifted his eyes. "What's wrong? Not to