How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 252

Naylor's voice carried just enough—loud enough for the two nearest tables to catch every word.

Almost in sync, heads turned toward Jarrod and Elodie, curiosity flickering openly

in their eyes.

Sylvie's expression shifted. She glanced down at Jarrod's wrist, noting the edge of his watch, then shot a sharp look at Elodie across the table.

So that's how it is...

Had Elodie really schemed this far?

watches? That

nearby couldn't help but tease, "Well, now,

Silverstein and Ms. Thorne's watches-I've seen that design before. It's a limited edition for

picked it at random. Ms. Fielding probably

annoyance toward Elodie. She offered the group a faint, polite smile, letting silence

the scene unfold, his brows furrowing in concern as he sent

meaningful. "Ms. Thorne, this little misunderstanding is

it into her purse. She had no interest in explaining herself,

curious the others seemed, Elodie carried herself like an outsider, refusing to fan the flames or use

did Jarrod glance up, his dark eyes unreadable-no joy, no

expression shifting as confusion crept in. She

Mr. Silverstein's lovely companion is right here maybe we