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.

made too much of a fuss, it would just seem

now, it

in Sylvie's group already knew

better of him. "Ms. Fielding, aren't you bothered that Elodie picked Mr.

expression didn't change; she answered smoothly, "There's

told Jarrod to go over. Otherwise, Elodie would've been

nodded, finally understanding. That made

her blessing herself, he probably

about it: a woman who knows she's loved is always

had just returned from a phone call, noticed the scene as well. He looked puzzled. "So, Mr. Silverstein and Ms. Thorne know each other?" Naylor frowned

say Elodie had an

instantly clear to her that he was someone of distinction, and that he and Naylor were

you are?" she asked

finally seemed to notice Sylvie standing beside

you there. I'm Watts," he

her? Sylvie just gave a faint, polite smile,

similar lines from plenty of people eager

she thought she understood why Watts had made such a show of inviting Elodie

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

Meanwhile