How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 284

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.

contract spelled out? Boundaries,

retreat in silence, his face giving nothing away. Then he

the room toward her. He still hadn't asked for her number, and now he

an urgent call. He glanced at Elodie, who had just taken a seat, her profile lit by the soft glow of the chandelier.

barely settled in when Alexander leaned over, voice

a moment, but she

no matter how deeply he might wound someone; it meant nothing to him, so why

a cold, derisive laugh. "Of course. Letting us take the fall and not even owning up to it.

there was no denying

check the time when Ivan's voice rang out

tonight," Ivan announced, standing tall and relaxed, voice

her expression that of any

his smile slow and easy. "Queenie's

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