How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 185

Jarrod lifted his gaze, his eyes fixing on Elodie.

She seemed composed, her makeup subtle and her camel-colored coat cinched at the waist, accentuating her graceful silhouette. She stood there quietly, cool and collected, her expression calm and unruffled.

Elodie noticed Jarrod watching her, but she didn't meet his eyes.

Instead, she glanced down to check the time on her phone, making sure she wasn't late.

It was Alexander who broke the silence, raising an eyebrow and chuckling. "Small world, Mr. Silverstein. Grabbing dinner?"

Sylvie, only now registering the voices, straightened her clothes and looked up. The moment she saw Elodie, the warmth in her delicate features iced over.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't want to delay Jarrod's divorce any longer, she would've made sure Elodie spent a few days cooling her heels in a holding cell.

Still, she didn't move her hand from the crook of Jarrod's arm.

Jarrod nodded politely and offered, "We're meeting some friends for dinner. Mr. Sterling, if you don't mind joining us, you're more than welcome."

He didn't seem even slightly bothered that Alexander had Elodie with him.

Sylvie glanced up at Jarrod, her brow furrowing. Then she understood he was just being polite to Alexander. After finalizing his divorce from Elodie, there was no way he genuinely wanted to dine with his ex-wife. That would be far too awkward.

Alexander smiled amiably, playing along. "Ah, not tonight, I'm afraid. I have another engagement. But next time-definitely."

surprised. He nodded graciously. "Of course. We

entire exchange went by without Jarrod even

didn't care. She continued inside

at the staircase, Maurice

paths

was just about to greet her when

was taken aback. He watched as Elodie and Alexander entered a private dining room, one after the other. As the door swung

together, his expression

Was that Dr. Charles?

Dr. Charles himself?

pressed his lips together, watching as Elodie disappeared down the

last gathering, he'd learned that

if she was utterly

she hadn't

fixed stare at

saw

Sylvie's face tightened. "Where?"

had just entered, still looking incredulous. "They're dining together? I'm sure it was

instinctively shook her head. "Impossible. With Dr. Charles's stature, even senior officials need to check if he's available—and in the mood. There's no

toward the private