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 arm was

the bruises and scrapes on his right hand were clear and

she'd

she felt nothing. It was

did the doctor

hospital, then more observation," Jarrod

them. The life-or-death

them were unflappably

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

she said

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

wasn't so heartless as 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

looked him in the eyes. "So,

the real reason she'd

had spared

the end, some disasters had a

lump

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

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

Jarrod gave a small, humorless smile. "Cold as

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