How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 234

In that moment, Elodie paused to think.

This hotel was owned by The Silverstein Group, managed directly by Mrs. Lucinda Silverstein herself. As the head of the family, Jarrod naturally had some authority here as well.

So, was it Jarrod who had arranged for the flowers to be delivered?

But then again, they were about to finalize their divorce in just a matter of days. Their marriage was coming to an end. Sending flowers on an occasion like this seemed oddly out of place.

"Did you need something?" Elodie asked, standing by the door. Her tone was calm and polite, but she made no move to invite Jarrod in. She didn't even mention the bouquet sitting so prominently inside.

Jarrod looked down at her cool, detached expression, studying her for a moment before finally speaking. "My grandmother called me."

Just that, nothing more.

Elodie instantly understood. Of course. Mrs. Silverstein was probably worried and had called Jarrod to check up on what day it was, or whether the two of them were really together.

"Just tell her whatever you want," Elodie replied evenly.

Jarrod nodded toward the hotel. "She knows we're both staying at the Goldspire.

She wants us to video call her together later."

Elodie considered this for a moment and finally agreed. "Alright."

there

away, heading

followed, strolling in at his

the room and immediately noticed the bouquet sitting on the

skimmed over it

nor did

the coffee table, Elodie had already swept up

word, but her wariness was

waited a short distance away

he raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing and ambiguous. “Nothing left that I'm not

back, sensing that there was a double meaning hidden in

with a careless shrug, "Mind if

"Suit yourself," Elodie replied.

were safely stowed away did she

sat down, checked the time,

ignored him, but couldn't help wondering: When was he planning to leave? And

and noticed how tired she looked. "Have

her suitcase shut

on her indifference, but didn't seem to mind. He smirked and said, "We'll call my grandmother at ten-thirty. Just hang in there

Elodie checked the clock.

over twenty

days, and tonight she was more spent