How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 286

Naylor's comment landed out of nowhere, catching everyone off guard.

Even Sylvie couldn't help but glance over.

She instinctively shot a look at Jarrod, but he seemed completely unfazed, as if the conversation had nothing to do with him. "Mr. Whitaker is free to ask Ms. Thorne herself," he replied coolly.

Naylor just raised his glass with a laugh. "Oh, Mr. Silverstein, you're joking. We've barely spoken two words to each other."

Jarrod didn't bother to respond.

He clinked glasses with Naylor with a kind of effortless poise, making it clear he had no interest in discussing anything related to Elodie.

Sylvie arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at her lips-just as she'd expected.

Meanwhile, Ivan had just heard that Elodie had left.

He stood in place for a moment, stunned, then fished out a cigarette. "Got it," he muttered.

He gazed out at the dark, endless stretch of ocean, smoke curling from his lips as silence settled in. Five or six cigarette butts soon littered the deck around his feet.

Elodie really was something else.

She'd made it through the entire night without exchanging a single word with him.

Not a hint of complaint about his engagement.

No scenes, no drama-nothing at all.

He had no idea how long he'd been standing there when someone finally came to fetch him. Apparently Queenie was looking for him.

Ivan stubbed out his last cigarette with the toe of his shoe, his face icy as he headed back to the main deck.

Watts arrived upstairs just in time to realize Elodie was already gone.

He asked a server about her, only to find out she'd left earlier.

Leaning against the railing, phone in hand, he wasn't too bothered. They hadn't exchanged numbers, hadn't even properly introduced themselves, but if fate wanted, opportunities would come again.

His gaze drifted to where Alexander was chatting with someone nearby. A plan formed.

over and

met, but thanks to Watts's earlier friendliness toward

and your impressive reputation. Glad to finally meet you. Would you mind if we exchanged

eyebrow. "Of course,

other on LinkedIn, Watts was just about to ask if Alexander could

Naylor and the

Naylor said, having caught sight of Watts scanning Alexander's

Jarrod glanced at Watts.

Sylvie sized him up for

would be strange to only connect with Alexander and ignore the rest. With practiced ease, he said, “Actually, I was just about to ask Mr. Silverstein and everyone else if we could stay in touch as well. Would that

know who Watts was, and wasn't

coolly. "That's

lingering on his face. She was already forming a quiet suspicion about

as she took out her

ferried back to the nearest harbor on

car was waiting to take

Elodie arrived at VistaLink Technologies for work and immediately spotted Esmeralda, clearly suffering from

the end of the party, met a bunch of

seeing how miserable she looked, made her a cup of honey

little worse for wear. "Spent the night on the yacht. Lucky you left early-lying there, I felt like my stomach was still rolling with

and gestured toward the honey water. "Want

tossed his phone to Esmeralda. "I can barely look at a screen right now. Contact Mr. Ableson for me, will you? We're

dragged herself up to send the

meeting with Mr. Ableson, she absentmindedly started scrolling through her feed, forgetting she was on

"Wait-Sylvie and Jarrod shared a

Elodie glanced up.

for her to see.

of the suite's window view. Reflected in the glass, Jarrod

the couch behind

you feel at ease. Maybe this is what happiness looks

two in the

in a room. In the

weren't even bothering to hide

away. It was the first time she'd seen Sylvie

already!" Esmeralda scoffed. "You think