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 what was

his right hand were clear and

time she'd

felt nothing. It was

did the

then more observation," Jarrod replied, his deep voice calm and

between them. The life-or-death moment from

them were

injuries weren't minor. If she'd suffered what he had, she'd

said quietly, "Thank

hadn't meant to save her, she was the one who

ignore that, or to withhold

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

"Yeah. I'm all right."

"That's good."

He nodded slowly.

was deceptively calm, but something was slowly, inevitably

him in the eyes. "So, should

the real reason she'd come

had spared

had a clear origin-and it wasn't anyone

couldn't lump everything

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

"It's just your hand that's injured, right? Your legs

time, Jarrod gave a small, humorless smile. "Cold

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