How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 263

Chapter 263

It really wasn't Jarrod's idea-

Elodie didn't look at him again; instead, she slipped quietly into the hospital room.

She understood what Keith meant. She, the former wife, now had to make way for Sylvie, sneaking around as if she were having an affair, trying to avoid certain people.

She stepped inside.

Jarrod glanced up from his laptop, unsurprised to see Elodie at the door.

It was just past nine.

She walked over and set the breakfast she'd just picked up beside him. "I got this downstairs. Have you eaten?"

Jarrod glanced at the food.

He'd never actually eaten this kind of cheap, pre-packaged breakfast from a convenience store before.

And Elodie knew his habits well.

He usually ate around seven-thirty.

She knew that, which made this gesture purely ceremonial.

Jarrod's dark eyes lingered on her face, then flicked to the breakfast. His voice was measured, unhurried. "You put some thought into this."

Elodie pretended not to hear the subtle mockery in his tone.

wrapped; she could barely make out what was beneath. It looked like his right

bruises and scrapes on his

this was the first time she'd seen him sick or hurt—and it

she felt nothing. It was

did the

observation," Jarrod replied, his deep

nothing had happened between them. The

of them were unflappably

minor. If she'd suffered

she said

meant to save

to ignore that, or

his expression unreadable. "They say you're fine. Not

"Yeah. I'm all right."

"That's good."

He nodded slowly.

air between them was deceptively calm, but

Elodie looked him in the eyes. "So, should we

was the real

grateful Jarrod had spared

some disasters had a

couldn't lump

finally looked at her, his gaze deep and impenetrable. "You're in a

fact. "It's just

a small, humorless smile. "Cold as

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