How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 290

Alexander's words caught everyone off guard.

The gentle, sincere look on Sylvie's face faded, if only a little.

For a moment, she wondered if she'd misheard him.

But Jarrod, standing to the side, was utterly unmoved. He raised his eyes with a lazy indifference, glanced at Elodie, and the depths of his gaze remained calm, an almost imperceptible hint of a smile tracing his lips.

Elodie, too, showed no reaction. Not a flicker of emotion crossed her face at Alexander's remark.

Jarrod's gaze lingered for a moment, then drifted away, a quiet amusement glinting in his eyes as if he'd thought of something.

Sylvie pressed her lips together, then spoke, her tone composed and unbothered. "Mr. Sterling, I know this is a difficult request for you."

She honestly hadn't expected Alexander to be so unwilling to approach the professor about this, nor for him to come up with such an outlandish excuse.

just

perfectly sincere. I'll keep trying to get into the professor's graduate program, so please, Mr. Sterling, let's not joke

field. Aside from Alexander-who was one of the rare few with an obvious head start-her

learned a great deal from Alexander, it still wasn't enough to meet the standards

any opinion, nor did Alexander's words seem to surprise him. He simply said, unhurried, “It's all right, Mr.

never reached his

Elodie was perfectly capable of giving Sylvie guidance on her thesis-if only Sylvie would believe it. But there was no point in trying to convince people determined not to listen; they already

Just then, Jason arrived.

then back at Alexander, giving a polite nod. "Mr. Sterling, you and Ms. Thorne go ahead. We'll

paused for a

She thought the best approach was simply to ignore her-no need to make a show of manners

get the wrong idea about

up. Her cool, serene expression gave nothing away, as if she hadn't heard a

ever the diplomat, chimed in, "Of course. Take care, Mr.