How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 284

Elodie could feel the strength in the hand gripping her wrist-there was a

forcefulness beneath Jarrod's calm, almost teasing voice, a quiet dominance she

could not ignore.

She hated it.

Her reaction was even sharper than before. With a sudden jerk, she yanked her wrist free, shaking off the lingering heat of his touch. Not bothering with subtlety, she pulled off her blindfold and met Jarrod's cool, inscrutable gaze.

"This is how it's always been between us in public, isn't it?" Elodie's words were polite but her eyes betrayed a flicker of annoyance she struggled to hide. "Mr. Silverstein, we have no chemistry. Let's just drop this game."

Jarrod's expression didn't register a single emotion. Elodie didn't care. She turned on her heel and walked away, moving toward the edge of the crowd.

As for Jarrod's question—she almost wanted to laugh. For years, whenever they crossed paths in public, he'd acted as though she didn't exist: distant, aloof, a stranger in every sense. Now he dared to put the ball in her court? Please.

the contract spelled out? Boundaries, distance,

silence, his face giving nothing away. Then he turned and

room toward her. He still hadn't asked for her number,

He glanced at Elodie, who had just taken a seat, her profile lit by the soft glow of the

Alexander leaned over, voice low. "What did he say to you? Was it about poaching

grew sharp for a moment, but she shook her head. "No. Not a

deeply he might wound someone; it meant nothing to him, so why would

sip of his drink and gave a cold, derisive laugh. "Of course. Letting us

well, but there

nothing more. She was about to check the time

and relaxed, voice carrying easily over the

her expression that of any

close, his smile slow and easy. "Queenie's pregnant. So today, we have double the