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.

gave her no way out. "We could do a bit of practice, or if you'd rather,

no

Elodie frowned slightly.

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

turning to Elodie. Then he looked

in a faint smile, saying nothing. But it was clear he didn't mind

grinned and gave Maurice

story, glanced at Elodie

kept her head

Everyone knows Mr. Silverstein's a fantastic golfer. I've never even beaten him myself. If you just

"Let's draw lots.

Maurice coughed. "Fine, sure..."

the competition, so she picked a ball at

when she saw the number matched Jarrod's, the mood in the group shifted, each person reacting

ended up drawing

frowned. "That can't be right! Let's try

"No need. Let's keep it as

upset

and flashed a confident smile. "Looks like it's you and me, Jarrod. Let's see who scores more I'm not

Sylvie, it felt more like a flirty

intimacy, as if no one else

curled