How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 199

Jarrod and Mr. Patrick looked over.

Joseph seemed intrigued too. "Let's hear it?"

Maurice glanced at Sylvie, then shot a loaded look at Elodie. "Well, since we've got only two ladies here today, why don't we have a little contest-let's see whose game is better?"

Elodie paused in mid-motion.

She looked up and realized everyone's eyes were on her.

Sylvie smiled, her tone unreadable. "Maurice, you're always full of ideas."

Maurice shrugged. "The rest of us already played a few rounds. Thought it'd be fun to watch you two go head-to-head. Right, Jarrod?"

Jarrod looked up at him, expression cool. "Shouldn't you ask the ladies how they feel about it first?"

Sylvie twirled her club confidently. "I'm game if Elodie is."

Which, of course, put the ball in Elodie's court.

Elodie quietly averted her gaze. "I'm not much of a golfer, honestly."

She wasn't about to force herself into a losing match. But she understood what Maurice was getting at. He knew Sylvie was practically a pro-pitting them against each other would be an easy way to embarrass her.

He probably figured Elodie would agree out of pride, with so many people watching.

the basics, at least." Maurice gave her no way out. "We could do a

with no real reason

Elodie frowned slightly.

watching Maurice's arrangements with clear amusement. In the end, she decided not to

can pick someone for your team," Maurice said, turning to Elodie. Then he looked at

saying nothing. But it was clear he didn't

and gave Maurice a

the inside story, glanced

head down, detached as

Patrick spoke up, "Isn't that a bit unfair? Everyone knows Mr. Silverstein's a fantastic golfer. I've never even beaten him myself. If you just assign partners, aren't you

a hand. "Let's draw lots. That's

Maurice coughed. "Fine, sure..."

competition, so she picked a ball

Jarrod's, the mood in the group

Sylvie ended up

can't be right!

need. Let's

seem upset in the

it's you and me, Jarrod. Let's see who scores more I'm not going easy on

a doubles match, but with Sylvie, it felt more like a

him with effortless intimacy, as if no one

curled in