How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

and sighed, "Looks like you're just

carried a

was talking about

undercurrents, waved a hand dismissively. "It's just a friendly game. No need to take it so seriously. None of us are pros anyway. The

nodded in agreement.

had no interest in sparring with Maurice over his

that if she took offense, they'd just accuse her of

she didn't care in

her phone buzzed. Alexander's message flashed on the screen: *Almost there*. She relaxed a little, lifting

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

smile, glancing at Jarrod. "Not really.

Elodie's hand paused mid-sip.

recall the way Jarrod had just

creased her brow. The memory

that moment, Alexander

side and murmured quietly, "Not looking good.

had already

this meeting at a golf club and, conveniently, Jarrod and the others were here

else could

a nightmare," Alexander said, his face all easy