How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 221

The old woman glanced between the two of them, then strode over and gave Jarrod Silverstein a sharp smack on the arm. "You stubborn boy, why aren't you even talking to Elodie? When are you going to fix that attitude of yours?"

She'd noticed, of course-ever since Jarrod walked in the door, his attention had been glued to a pile of books, as if they were more interesting than Elodie Thorne ever could be.

Maurice Nilsson, overhearing from the phone, chimed in with a teasing laugh, "He's just afraid if you show Ms. Thorne a little kindness, she'll get ideas and won't want to leave. Women, you know..."

"They're all soft-hearted in the end."

Especially a woman like Elodie, still so deeply in love with Jarrod.

Jarrod ignored Maurice's comment and pretended not to hear, ending the call without a word.

"What are you waiting for? Go drive Elodie to work," the old woman insisted, unwilling to let Elodie walk alone. She grabbed Jarrod by the arm and marched him toward the door.

Elodie had just closed the trunk and spoke calmly, "Grandma, it's all right. Really, there's no need to trouble anyone."

playing chauffeur. He offered a cool half-smile and echoed, “Grandma, see? Elodie can

for just a moment. Her brow furrowed

admired Jarrod's ability to keep up

him to drive her-she didn't. But every time Jarrod didn't want to do something, he always made it seem like she was the

the old woman and said, "Grandma, I'll head out now." She climbed into her car without sparing Jarrod another glance or word. Instead of heading to the office, she drove home, carrying her flowers inside. She'd tended these flowers for years. Back when she lived with the Harcourt family, Reba Harcourt had always complained

mother's death, and finally to that unspeakable night with Jarrod in his apartment, her relationship with Malcom and his daughter

it was Ivan Harcourt who'd arranged for her

Jarrod, he'd handed her full control over their home-she could do as she pleased. Not that he was ever around to notice or care about

moisture and the health of the leaves, making sure everything was thriving before she started packing for her trip

valuable edge for her upcoming research publication, and be a major

Alexander Sterling pulled up to drive her to the airport. They still didn't know which other companies would be joining

he returned, Elodie noticed Sylvie Fielding across the terminal, dressed in a tailored trench coat and heels. Keith, Jarrod's executive assistant, was with her, clearly there to

at the sight of Keith-if Jarrod had sent someone of his rank to escort Sylvie, it spoke volumes about how much