How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 226

He didn't bother to explain. Without another word, he turned and strode deeper into the house.

As he passed Elodie, he shot her a dissatisfied frown-an expression tinged with both regret and pain. Giving up your education to marry, only to be let down so thoroughly in the end! And now, right in front of her, he lavished all his care and attention on some other woman, as if those three precious years of her youth had been wasted for nothing.

Elodie shrank back a little, guilt flickering across her face.

Naylor didn't miss the look Charlie gave Elodie, a look that was unmistakably... disdainful. He had half-expected it, so he merely curled his lips in a knowing smirk. As Charlie disappeared into the parlor, Naylor joined the rest of the group.

Predictably, everyone turned their curious gaze to Alexander. "Mr. Sterling, do you know what's really going on? Does the professor actually have someone in mind? Come on, give us a hint."

If there truly was some prodigy who'd caught the professor's eye, they wanted an early introduction; recruiting talent for their own company would be the best outcome.

frowned, her eyes fixed on Alexander as well. She was genuinely curious- what kind of extraordinary person could it

at his lips.

scheduled yet; there was no need to make a fuss. For another, if

sense Alexander's

at the pensive Sylvie and handed her a glass of wine, his tone casual. "Take it easy. Nothing's been decided

a genuine, easy smile at his reassurance. "I know." She understood that someone like Mr. Charlie Sterling, a towering figure at the top of his field, was

what you're capable of, you'll be fine. Your credentials and ability speak for themselves. No need

glanced at him with a faint, appreciative smile. "Thank you,

intention of joining their conversation. She checked the time, contemplating whether she should just head home and get back to her reading. She was about to mention this to Alexander when, out of the blue, Naylor turned to her with a seemingly friendly smile. "Come to think of it, Ms. Thorne, you've never told

Naylor's blandly

glance, then looked away, as if it didn't concern him. Sylvie, now calmer, raised an eyebrow but kept

picked up on the