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.

The bandages were tightly wrapped; she could barely make out

his

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

It was just that everything felt so changed, so

the

then more observation," Jarrod replied,

was as if nothing had happened between them. The life-or-death moment from yesterday seemed

them were

minor. If she'd suffered what he had, she'd probably be in

said

save her, she was the

wasn't so heartless as to ignore that, or to withhold a

unreadable. "They say you're fine. Not

"Yeah. I'm all right."

"That's good."

He nodded slowly.

air between them was deceptively calm,

looked him in the eyes. "So,

real reason she'd

had

had a clear origin-and it wasn't

couldn't lump everything

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

her tone matter-of- fact. "It's just your hand that's injured, right?

Jarrod gave a small, humorless smile.

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