How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 200

Chapter 200

The faint, aggressive scent of cedar clung to the man.

Elodie instinctively frowned, glancing down at Jarrod's hand wrapped around her wrist.

She was just about to insist she could take care of it herself.

But Jarrod, sensing her reaction, brushed it off with a cool, "Keep your eyes on the ball, not on me."

Elodie simply lowered her gaze, letting Jarrod guide her hand. With a swift, steady swing, he sent the ball sailing-

-straight into the hole with impressive precision.

Elodie quickly pulled away from his reach, her expression frosty as she turned on her heel and walked back.

Jarrod watched her retreat, picking up immediately on her aloofness.

Maurice, meanwhile, was the first to notice Jarrod helping Elodie with her swing. He clicked his tongue in surprise and shot Sylvie a look.

Sylvie, composed as ever, examined the ball's position before commenting without a flicker of emotion, "Well, Jarrod, you lost. Maurice and I scored more." Jarrod slipped his hand casually into his pocket, unruffled. "Fine. I concede." Maurice gave him a sly, knowing smile. "You only lost because you were held back..... And honestly, you could beat both of us with your eyes closed. You obviously let Sylvie win just to keep her happy."

Sylvie arched an eyebrow and gave Jarrod a silent, amused smile.

Elodie and sighed, "Looks like you're just

carried

the surface, it sounded like he was talking about golf. But the implication ran much

"It's just a friendly game. No need to take it

chuckled and nodded in agreement.

interest in sparring with Maurice over

offense, they'd just accuse her of

she didn't care in

screen: *Almost there*. She relaxed a little, lifting her glass for a

well-did you take lessons?" Mr. Patrick asked from across the green, genuine curiosity

smile, glancing at Jarrod. "Not really. Jarrod

Elodie's hand paused mid-sip.

way Jarrod had just now half-embraced her, guiding

her brow. The

moment,

and murmured quietly, "Not

already figured as

had arranged this meeting at a golf club and, conveniently, Jarrod

else could it

everyone waiting-traffic was a nightmare," Alexander said, his face

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