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.

anyway, wasn't that exactly what the contract

nothing away. Then he turned and made his

then started to cross the room toward her. He still hadn't asked for her number, and now he wondered if doing so directly might put her on the

Elodie, who had just taken a seat, her profile lit by the soft

room, Elodie had barely settled in when Alexander leaned over, voice low. "What did he say

but she shook her head. "No.

never explained himself, no matter how deeply he might wound

gave a cold, derisive laugh. "Of course. Letting us take the fall and not even owning up to it. Cold-blooded, that's what he

hid it well, but there was

She was about to check the time when Ivan's voice rang out from the

and relaxed, voice carrying easily over the crowd. "While you're all having a good

her expression that of any

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