How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 206

Elodie was caught off guard by his words, frozen in place for a split second.

She cast him a cool glance, noticing that beneath Jarrod's laid-back gaze, there was a flash of sharpness-something quietly probing.

"A grown woman, and you still can't take care of yourself?" Jarrod looked at her, the corner of his mouth curling in a faint, ambiguous smile.

The comment was odd-somewhere between concern and mockery, tinged with a subtle hint of derision.

Elodie didn't bother to guess what was going through his mind.

"Don't trouble yourself." She turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered-her old laptop was still sitting in her study, broken and forgotten. She paused, then asked, "I need to grab something from the other room. Is that alright?"

Jarrod was already at the kitchen island, pouring himself a glass of water. "What do you need?"

"My laptop."

He paused, searching his memory, and then seemed to recall.

"I think I threw it out."

Her expression shifted. "That belonged to me."

you?" Jarrod's eyes flicked to her now-stubborn look, his tone

tell if he was joking

could feel the condescension

out her things? Apparently, he couldn't wait a single

hard drive-but still, Jarrod's habit of making decisions

from her posture. "Forget it. I'll leave you

you,"

time, not bothering to

different jacket and was

her mouth, ready to refuse him

she could speak, his

he read

tugging at his

Elodie, and then locked his

you sure you don't want a ride?" he

subtle shift in his demeanor, her

turned and opened the door. "I'm

was

her car and drove off

of change in his expression a moment earlier. It was obvious: he'd been about to drive her, but something on his phone made him suddenly ask again, as if hoping

it was, it