How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 227

There was no hint of pretense in Alexander's expression; he asked his question as if it had simply followed from the conversation.

Sylvie frowned slightly, masking her reaction. She couldn't understand why Alexander always seemed so protective of Elodie, unwilling to hear even the smallest criticism of her. Now, he'd gone so far as to turn the criticism back on her and Jarrod.

What ulterior motives?

Naylor glanced at the pair-Sylvie and Jarrod seemed so close, it was obvious they were headed for marriage.

Alexander's tone was perfectly genuine. "Mr. Silverstein, have you two set a date yet? I imagine your family must be quite pleased with Ms. Fielding?"

Elodie stayed silent.

She knew exactly what Alexander was doing: he couldn't stand to see her mistreated and was determined to return the favor. After all, Henrietta only acknowledged her as Jarrod's wife now; otherwise, Jarrod would never have insisted on such a draconian divorce agreement.

Alexander feigned surprise. "You haven't introduced her to your family yet? What's the holdup?"

Even Naylor looked surprised. In his eyes, Sylvie was outstanding, and their relationship seemed stable-surely meeting the parents and making things official was only a matter of time.

Sylvie glanced up at Jarrod, lips pressed together, saying nothing.

gave a small, polite smile. "That's a private matter, but thank you for your

clearly had no

question seemed to bounce right off him-Jarrod was

a little. Of course he could tell: Jarrod was still

in the topic. She knew Jarrod would eventually introduce Sylvie to the

"You two go ahead-I'm heading up

already exchanged greetings. It was their first day in Goldspire, just time for introductions; the real work and site visits would begin in

not bothering with the rest of the

for another conversation, but she was already gone. He felt a pang

didn't waste any time. She and Alexander would be in Goldspire for three days, so she'd brought along a stack of books to work through in

idea when the gathering downstairs

next morning, the research facility sent vehicles to

car, she spotted Jarrod getting out of another vehicle. He opened the door for Sylvie with effortless chivalry. Sylvie stepped out, laughing

gaze straight ahead

vehicles, and military aircraft—there were experts on hand to explain everything, and visitors could get up close, even participate in live demonstrations and flight tests.

key technical points and the engineers launched into a lively debate, she confidently

it was obvious she was no

always someone more