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.

of a fuss, it would just seem petty-especially since hardly anyone here knew the real story

acted strange now,

knew Elodie had drawn Jarrod's

him. "Ms. Fielding, aren't you

didn't change; she answered smoothly, "There's nothing to be bothered

over. Otherwise, Elodie

finally understanding. That

herself, he probably wouldn't have agreed

it: a woman who knows she's

He looked puzzled. "So, Mr. Silverstein and Ms. Thorne know each

couldn't exactly say Elodie had an unrequited

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

you are?" she

seemed to notice Sylvie standing beside

didn't see you there. I'm

a faint, polite smile, not taking the comment to

similar lines from plenty of

Watts had made such a

didn't volunteer any information

Meanwhile