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.

all these years, Jarrod had never spent a single Valentine's Day with her. The only reason this year was different was because his grandmother had

to long for had finally come true-and it

She followed the manager to the best

She looked up.

suit. He'd draped the jacket over the back of his chair, the vest fitting perfectly across

sat a

her way and, as if remembering the script,

Elodie hesitated.

had never given her flowers before. All those little gestures couples shared, he never

has a

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

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

it didn't matter.

grandmother had rented out the entire restaurant. Tonight,

the windows, candles flickered on the table, and an almost surreal

main course arrived

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

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

gesture,

Elodie

gave nothing away. Sensing her gaze, he lifted his eyes. "What's wrong? Not to your

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