How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 304

Elodie couldn't help frowning. She really disliked people making decisions behind her back.

Swiping her keycard, she got ready to go inside.

Just then, Jarrod, standing beside her, reached for the doorknob. As his fingers brushed the handle, he tapped it lightly-almost absentmindedly-before glancing over at her. His tone was casual but distant. "Your presentation today was solid. Well done."

The compliment caught her off guard. Elodie paused, brow furrowing as she turned to look at him.

But Jarrod didn't seem interested in further conversation. After saying his piece, he disappeared inside.

Elodie blinked, baffled. She couldn't make sense of him-but honestly, she didn't have the energy to bother.

She went in, set the flowers aside, took a shower, and, like clockwork, swallowed her daily medication.

Yet sleep eluded her. Restless, she opened her laptop and spent some time organizing her notes on the military project she'd been assigned.

rubbed her aching neck and finally decided to get some

familiar ache began to

knew this pain far

her knees to her chest, waiting for the wave to pass.

eyes, but sleep wouldn't come.

around for her swimsuit. If she couldn't rest, maybe

side for a late-night party. Over here, by the hot springs, it was quiet-almost eerily so. No

that made her pale skin look almost luminous. In the past, her marriage to

things up." Esmeralda had even bought her a collection of daring swimsuits, lingerie, and all manner of sleepwear designed

it. She'd changed into

face unreadable. He showed

cool and remote: "If you're uncomfortable, don't force

took an overseas call and left, not sparing