How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 224

Noticing Elodie's tactful retreat, Naylor raised an eyebrow.

At least Elodie was smart enough to know when to quit-she saw Sylvie approaching and didn't try to force her way into a circle where she didn't belong.

Of course, Elodie had no idea what others were thinking.

Across the room, Alexander was surrounded by people, most of them eager to discuss potential collaborations. Elodie had wandered over to this quieter corner to catch her breath.

Her stomach rumbled in protest.

She picked up a small plate of dessert and took a bite.

Feeling thirsty, she glanced at the array of drinks nearby. Not sure which ones were low in alcohol, she reached for a glass that looked mostly like juice.

A slender, well-defined hand pressed lightly over the rim.

Elodie looked up.

Jarrod's dark, deep-set eyes met hers.

her

simply removed the glass from her grasp

Elodie frowned slightly.

a moment, she didn't know

intolerance wasn't severe, but it

after three years of marriage, even someone as emotionally distant

go of

over for a drink himself. He glanced at Elodie, saw she had no intention of striking

that, Jarrod picked up his own drink and walked away, as if he'd

juice,

Meanwhile―

Charlie Sterling strode purposefully

marked the real

away from the crowd and came over to Elodie. “Come on," he said, "let's go chat with the old

needed to

For three years, he'd taken on no one.

said calmly, "Jarrod and the others are already

Alexander turned his head.

at his side. With Jarrod leading the way, the others held back,