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 petty-especially since hardly

strange now,

group already knew Elodie had

better of him.

smoothly, "There's nothing

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

finally understanding.

Jarrod's girlfriend hadn't given her blessing herself, he probably wouldn't have

woman who knows she's loved

as well. He looked puzzled. "So, Mr. Silverstein and Ms. Thorne know each other?"

exactly say Elodie had an

that he was someone of distinction, and that he and

are?" she

seemed to notice Sylvie standing

there. I'm Watts," he

notice her? Sylvie just gave a faint, polite smile, not

from plenty of people eager to make her

she understood why Watts had made such a show of

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

Meanwhile