How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 255

Consider it a favor repaid.

Elodie didn't think she was close enough to Joseph to linger any longer. Once they'd cleared things up, she nodded politely and walked away.

Joseph watched her retreating figure for a long moment, her decisiveness leaving him with a complicated feeling as he glanced over at Sylvie.

Warwick Mansion was enormous.

With time to spare, Elodie wandered through the halls, but a chill crept into her hands and feet, leaving her feeling unwell.

She made her way to the restroom.

Standing at the sink, she pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, her brow furrowing as she tried to ease the ache. Over the past weeks, she'd grown more accustomed to enduring this pain. Hiding away for half an hour or so usually allowed her to recover enough to face the world again.

Bracing herself against the countertop, she took several deep, steady breaths.

Only when her phone buzzed with a message from Alexander-asking where she was-did she finally turn to leave.

But the pain had sapped her strength, and as soon as she moved, a wave of dizziness washed over her. Before she could stumble, a firm, warm hand steadied her, the heat of his palm practically searing through her skin.

She looked up.

Jarrod's dark gaze met hers, steady and unreadable.

He studied her, concern knitting his brow. "Period pains? Not feeling well?"

Elodie didn't have a chance to answer.

Down the hallway, Naylor passed by, phone to his ear. Seeing the two of them alone together, he paused mid-sentence. His eyes flicked between Elodie and Jarrod, then, with a curt nod to Jarrod, he strode away, continuing his call.

care less

better than anyone-her period, ovulation, every detail.

her arm from his hand with

at him again. "The waiting period ends tomorrow.

cooling-off period before

his pocket, his expression calm and remote. "If

thought, Jarrod was probably even

it in mind. I'll remind you

She moved to leave.

left by the sink and called

already holding

the hall, Sylvie and Maurice

Jarrod handing Elodie her

brow creased ever

his breath, "You don't think... Elodie's

It wasn't impossible.

Jarrod reconnecting in private? It made sense, considering how much

drama, maybe she was looking for a

quickly schooled her features. "Maybe if she spent half as much time improving herself as she does chasing after men, Mr. Dale

she dismissed the scene

bit his lip his mouth always worked faster than

the way, Naylor had just finished his

his vantage point, he'd seen Sylvie and Maurice approach and then walk away, their expressions dark.

be happy to see

the whole

house, Elodie had to

she was about to step through