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.

know the basics, at least." Maurice gave her no way out. "We could do a bit of practice, or if

with no real

Elodie frowned slightly.

clear amusement. In the end, she decided not to spoil

to Elodie. Then he looked

in his chair, lips quirking in a faint smile, saying

gave Maurice

the inside story, glanced at Elodie with

kept her head down, detached

then Mr. Patrick spoke up, "Isn't that a bit unfair? Everyone knows Mr. Silverstein's a fantastic golfer. I've

a hand. "Let's draw

Maurice coughed. "Fine, sure..."

in the competition, so she picked a

in the group shifted, each person reacting in their

Sylvie ended

frowned. "That can't be right!

Sylvie abruptly said, "No need. Let's

didn't seem upset

confident smile. "Looks like it's you and me, Jarrod. Let's

a doubles match, but with Sylvie, it felt

gazed at him with effortless intimacy, as if no one else

lips curled