How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

could barely make out

scrapes on his right hand were clear and

all these years, this was the first time she'd seen him sick or hurt—and it was because

nothing. It was just that everything felt so changed,

the

the hospital, then more observation," Jarrod replied,

nothing had happened between them. The life-or-death moment from

them were unflappably

suffered what he had, she'd probably be

said

if Jarrod hadn't meant to save her, she was

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

laptop, his expression unreadable. "They

"Yeah. I'm all right."

"That's good."

He nodded slowly.

was deceptively calm, but something

him in the eyes. "So, should

real reason

grateful Jarrod had spared her

the end, some disasters had a clear origin-and it wasn't anyone

lump everything

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

condition. She kept her tone matter-of- fact. "It's just your hand that's injured, right? Your legs are fine.

gave a small,