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.

calmly and headed upstairs,

It was her grandmother, Rosemary, asking about her

so soon. She hesitated, unsure of how she wanted to celebrate, and told Rosemary she'd decide

printed summary

a message from Esmeralda Mercer: Happy birthday! The gift's ready-she'd give it to Elodie when

pocketed her phone, and started

luggage cart out of the elevator behind her, accidentally clipped her arm.

The person immediately apologized.

Elodie said with a wave, not the least bit bothered, and

could gather them, a pair of long legs stepped into view

documents he'd picked up. He froze,

was Naylor, her lips pressed into a thin line. Annoyance flickered

he hadn't even realized it was Elodie at first —he'd just seen someone in need of help. Had he known,

catching the cool irritation in her eyes, he frowned. "Ms. Thorne, is this how

papers away, her gaze chilly. "Sometimes, unsolicited help only makes things more complicated

be bothered to argue. Turning