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

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

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

before heading downstairs, Elodie organized a printed summary of

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

smiled to herself, pocketed her phone,

a luggage cart out of the elevator behind her, accidentally clipped her arm. She stumbled, dropping her bag

The person immediately apologized.

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

could gather them, a pair of long legs stepped into view and someone crouched down to help

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

into a thin line. Annoyance flickered across her face

it was Elodie at first —he'd

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

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

be bothered to argue.