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

to Watts's earlier

of VistaLink Technologies's Mr. Sterling and your impressive reputation. Glad to finally meet you. Would

eyebrow. "Of course, not

just about to ask if Alexander could introduce

Naylor and the others

caught sight of Watts

Jarrod glanced at Watts.

sized him up

ease, he said, “Actually, I was just about to ask Mr. Silverstein and everyone else if we could

Watts was,

coolly. "That's

Watts's smooth, diplomatic move, paused thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on his face. She was already forming

didn't seem surprised as she took

was ferried back to the nearest harbor on a small tender

take her back into the

work and immediately spotted Esmeralda, clearly suffering from

she'd had another round at the end of the party, met a bunch

how miserable she looked, made

a little worse for wear. "Spent the night on the yacht. Lucky you left early-lying there, I felt like my

toward the honey water. "Want some

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

dragged herself up to send the

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

Jarrod

Elodie glanced up.

turned the screen for her to

was a photo of the suite's window

the

someone who makes you feel at ease. Maybe this is what happiness looks

two in

a room. In the

weren't even bothering to

time she'd seen Sylvie openly

Esmeralda scoffed. "You think