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."

signed the agreement; there were certain rules she hardly needed Jarrod to remind her

away, heading

in at his own

the bouquet sitting on the sofa-so

gaze skimmed over it

the flowers, nor did he bring

the coffee table, Elodie had already swept up her handwritten notes and laptop,

didn't say a word, but her wariness was

short

raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing and ambiguous. “Nothing left that I'm

was a double meaning

with a careless shrug, "Mind if

"Suit yourself," Elodie replied.

safely stowed

the time, and seemed lost

to leave? And when would this video call

phone and noticed how tired she looked. "Have you had a

the bone?" Elodie zipped her suitcase shut and snapped the lock before answering, "No." Her reply was perfunctory-polite, but nothing

on her indifference, but didn't seem to mind. He smirked and said, "We'll call my

Elodie checked the clock.

twenty minutes

few days, and tonight she was more spent than ever. "When it's time,

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