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.

much of a fuss, it would just seem petty-especially since

now, it

group already knew

Naylor came over, curiosity got the better of him. "Ms. Fielding, aren't you

answered smoothly, "There's nothing to be bothered

was the one who 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

who

who had just returned from a phone call, noticed the scene as well. He looked puzzled. "So, Mr.

couldn't exactly say Elodie had

gaze. It was instantly clear to her that he was someone of distinction, and that he and Naylor were acquainted-he must

you are?"

notice Sylvie standing beside

there.

just gave a faint, polite smile,

lines from plenty of people eager to make

she understood why Watts had made such a show of

introduced himself, Naylor didn't

Meanwhile