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

and Watts had never met, but thanks to Watts's earlier friendliness toward Elodie,

your impressive reputation. Glad to finally

eyebrow. "Of course, not at

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

the others wandered

having caught sight

Jarrod glanced at Watts.

sized him up

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

was, and wasn't about to make

coolly. "That's

paused thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on his face. She was already forming a quiet

didn't seem surprised as she took out her phone.

back to the nearest harbor on a small

was waiting to take her back

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

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

she looked, made her a cup of honey

on the yacht. Lucky you left early-lying there, I

chuckled and gestured toward the honey

helped himself to a cup, then tossed his phone to Esmeralda. "I can barely look at a screen

grumbled as she dragged herself up to send

meeting with Mr. Ableson, she absentmindedly started

she sat bolt upright, frowning. "Wait-Sylvie and Jarrod shared a room

Elodie glanced up.

screen for her

of the suite's window view. Reflected in

the

you feel at ease. Maybe this is what happiness

at two

woman. Alone in a room. In the middle of the

bothering to

the first time she'd seen Sylvie openly acknowledge they'd spent the

it's baby-making time already!" Esmeralda scoffed. "You think Henrietta