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."

clearly just as disinterested in playing chauffeur. He offered a cool half-smile and echoed, “Grandma, see?

her pause mid-step for just a moment. Her brow furrowed so slightly it almost went

admired Jarrod's

Jarrod didn't want to do something, he always

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

Malcom started seeing another woman, to her mother's death, and finally to that unspeakable night with Jarrod in his apartment, her relationship with Malcom and his

who'd arranged for her to

marrying Jarrod, he'd handed her full control over their home-she could do as she pleased. Not that he was

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

would give her a valuable edge for her upcoming research publication, and be

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

When 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 see her

sent someone of his rank to