How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 234

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."

the agreement; there were certain rules she

turned away, heading back

followed, strolling in at his own

glanced around the room and immediately noticed the bouquet sitting on the sofa-so eye-catching, and yet, so

skimmed over it

didn't mention the flowers, nor did he bring up

Jarrod reached the coffee table, Elodie had already swept up her handwritten notes and laptop, clearing everything away in

say a word, but

her unspoken wishes and waited a short distance

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

glanced back, sensing that there was a double

shrug,

"Suit yourself," Elodie replied.

her important documents were safely

the time, and

couldn't help wondering: When was he planning to leave? And when would this video call take

phone and noticed how

the bone?" Elodie zipped her suitcase shut and snapped the lock before answering, "No." Her reply was perfunctory-polite, but

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

Elodie checked the clock.

twenty

was more spent than ever. "When it's time, knock on

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