How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 231

Elodie's leisurely pace slowed as she caught snippets of conversation nearby.

She frowned, surprised she couldn't even take a walk without overhearing Jarrod and his friends outside, smoking and chatting.

Then Maurice mentioned the nursery.

From the moment she and Jarrod had moved into their townhouse after the wedding, the floor plan had been set: the third floor was Jarrod's domain—his study, home gym, and a sitting room for entertaining guests. The second floor belonged to their bedroom, and Elodie had a small office and walk-in closet of her

own.

Not once had they discussed setting up a nursery. Even after years of marriage, Jarrod had never brought up having children. In fact, he'd always seemed indifferent, content to postpone the topic indefinitely.

Now, suddenly, he'd gutted their marital home to redesign it-complete with a nursery.

She could only assume he'd finally found true love.

If even a man like Jarrod could change, anything was possible.

bother walking over to hear more. She turned calmly

into her room, her phone rang. It was her grandmother, Rosemary, asking about her plans

was so soon. She hesitated, unsure of how

before heading downstairs, Elodie organized a printed summary of her analysis-Mr. Charlie Sterling preferred paper

of the elevator, she caught a message from Esmeralda Mercer: Happy

herself, pocketed her phone, and started

her, accidentally clipped her arm. She stumbled, dropping her bag and files all over the

The person immediately apologized.

said with a wave, not the least bit bothered, and bent down to pick

pair of long legs stepped into

the documents he'd picked up.

a thin line. Annoyance flickered across her face as

—he'd just seen

frowned. "Ms. Thorne, is this

the papers away, her gaze chilly. "Sometimes, unsolicited help only

be bothered to argue. Turning away, she strode