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.

it would just seem petty-especially since hardly anyone here knew the real story

strange now, it would

Sylvie's group already knew

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

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

over. Otherwise, Elodie would've

understanding.

given her blessing herself, he probably

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

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

say Elodie had an

that he was someone of

are?"

to notice

you there. I'm Watts,"

a faint,

plenty of people

Watts had made such a show of inviting Elodie

Watts hadn't really introduced himself, Naylor didn't

Meanwhile