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."

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

for just a moment. Her brow furrowed so slightly

admired Jarrod's ability to keep

didn't. But every time Jarrod didn't want to do

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 about allergies, insisting Elodie give them up,

unspeakable night with Jarrod in his apartment,

who'd arranged for her to have a little balcony greenhouse, preserving these few personal

she pleased. Not that he was ever

making sure everything was thriving

promise. It would give her a valuable edge for

to the airport. They still didn't know which other companies

with her, clearly there to see her off. Sylvie spotted Alexander, gave him a composed nod, and then swept upstairs without so much

his rank to escort Sylvie, it spoke volumes