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.

She turned calmly and headed upstairs, unconcerned with what

as she stepped into her room, her phone rang. It was her grandmother, Rosemary, asking about her

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

a printed summary of her analysis-Mr. Charlie

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

to herself, pocketed her phone, and

the elevator behind her, accidentally clipped her arm. She stumbled, dropping her bag

The person immediately apologized.

least bit bothered,

legs stepped into view and someone

at one of the documents he'd picked up. He froze, brow

lips pressed into a thin line. Annoyance flickered across her face as she quickly snatched her

first —he'd just seen someone in need of help. Had

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

chilly. "Sometimes, unsolicited help only makes things more

argue.