How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Jarrod didn't argue.

But Elodie had changed, in some subtle way, and he noticed.

Now, from across the room, he stared at her—watching every flicker of emotion

on her face, searching for what was real.

The silence between them was broken by the shrill ring of his phone.

It was a call from the office.

He reached for it, meaning to answer right away, but hesitated, glancing at Elodie. "Do you mind if I take this?"

It was as if he needed her permission.

Elodie couldn't care less about his tone. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen-fierce and sudden. She nearly lost control. In the dim light, her lips went even paler, and her breath trembled as she managed a faint nod.

Jarrod turned aside to take the call.

A man's voice came through: "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding's been adjusting the data all day, but she can't get the tests right. She refuses to leave, hasn't eaten a thing. Honestly, it looks like she won't go home until it's finished..."

Jarrod frowned, just slightly.

had the strength to reach her bag for her medication by the door. Summoning the last of her energy,

seemed deep in conversation, his voice tense, and didn't

dare gamble with her body. Gritting her

from the couch. His movements were abrupt

at all. He was already striding toward the door. "Something urgent's come up. Get some

opened

force of being pushed aside. She looked toward

was gone, already out

hadn't even

unreadable. She dropped her gaze, curling into herself on the sofa, trying to make her body as small as possible-anything to dull the pain that

passed before it eased enough for her to

trembling hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and her

it all, Elodie felt nothing-no anger, no

back to the sofa, not sparing a thought for where Jarrod had

medicine worked quickly.

water, steadied herself,

one last message

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