How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 283

She picked a number at random.

She had no idea who she'd be paired with.

For a brief moment, the lively chatter around her seemed to pause, just for a couple of seconds, before the room erupted in noise again.

Elodie had the distinct sense that someone was standing in front of her.

The person didn't say a word.

But Elodie caught a faint, familiar scent-cool and crisp-that made her freeze mid-movement.

She hesitated, and as she realized who it probably was, a silent frown creased her brow.

Just then, Jarrod's voice sounded above her. "Lost in thought?"

Elodie couldn't understand why he'd come over, so she replied, "Mr. Silverstein could have refused, you know."

"Come on, it's just for fun. It's Mr. Harcourt's celebration-playing along won't hurt." His tone was unhurried, almost amused.

She couldn't see his face, but there was nothing she could say in response; he had a point.

fuss, it would just seem

she acted strange now, it

knew Elodie had drawn Jarrod's

came over, curiosity got the better of him.

answered smoothly,

told Jarrod to go over. Otherwise, Elodie would've been standing there alone. That would

nodded, finally understanding. That

girlfriend hadn't given her blessing herself, he probably

doubt about it: a woman who knows

puzzled. "So, Mr. Silverstein and Ms. Thorne know each other?" Naylor frowned

say Elodie

he was someone of distinction, and that he and Naylor were acquainted-he must be

you are?"

notice Sylvie standing

there. I'm

notice her? Sylvie just gave a faint, polite smile, not taking the comment to

heard similar lines from plenty of

understood why Watts had made such

hadn't really introduced himself, Naylor didn't volunteer any information about

Meanwhile