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,

Mr. Sterling and your impressive reputation.

"Of course, not at

LinkedIn, Watts was just about

and the others

said, having caught sight of Watts scanning

Jarrod glanced at Watts.

Sylvie sized him up for a

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

who Watts was, and wasn't

nodded coolly. "That's

on

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

the nearest harbor on

was waiting to take her back into

day, Elodie arrived at VistaLink Technologies for work

another round at the end of the party, met a bunch of industry folks, and actually

looked, made

from his office, looking a little worse for wear. "Spent the night on the yacht. Lucky

gestured toward the honey

cup, then tossed his phone to Esmeralda. "I can barely look at

dragged herself up

with Mr. Ableson, she absentmindedly started scrolling through her feed,

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

Elodie glanced up.

for her to see. "Sylvie posted

was a photo of the suite's window view.

the couch behind

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

at two

Alone in a room. In the middle of the

even bothering

It was the first time she'd seen Sylvie openly

Esmeralda scoffed. "You