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."

He nodded graciously. "Of course. We won't keep

entire exchange went by without Jarrod

She

the staircase, Maurice and

crossed paths

presence felt. He was just about to greet her when Elodie glanced away indifferently and walked right past,

private dining room, one after the other. As the

together, his expression

Was that Dr. Charles?

Dr. Charles himself?

lips together, watching as

the last gathering, he'd learned that Elodie and Jarrod had

if she was

just now, she hadn't looked the

Maurice's fixed stare at

saw Dr. Charles in

Sylvie's face tightened. "Where?"

room Elodie had just entered, still looking incredulous. "They're dining together? I'm sure it was just the three of them-Elodie actually sitting down to

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 way

toward