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

exchange went by

didn't care. She

at the staircase, Maurice

paths

expected Elodie to show up and make her presence felt. He was just about to greet her when Elodie glanced away indifferently and walked right past, not sparing

room, one after the other. As the door swung open and closed, he caught

shot together,

Was that Dr. Charles?

Dr. Charles himself?

his lips together, watching

learned that Elodie and

wondered if she

she hadn't looked the least bit

noticed Maurice's fixed stare at the private room and came over

saw Dr. Charles

Sylvie's face tightened. "Where?"

I'm sure it was just

shook her head. "Impossible. With Dr. Charles's stature, even senior officials need to check if he's available—and in the mood.

toward