How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 305

Jarrod's gaze remained as cool and unreadable as ever, his thoughts perhaps harboring secrets Elodie couldn't begin to guess-but he didn't let anything show.

His deep-set eyes lingered dispassionately, neither turning away nor lingering too long. He exuded a composure as unshakeable as bedrock.

Even now, with her beauty so plainly on display, he didn't so much as flinch.

Honestly, Elodie almost never wore clothes like this in the past. He probably remembered that much.

The whole situation caught Elodie off guard; she'd assumed it was so late that the place would be empty. She was only startled for a moment-two seconds at most -before she snapped back to herself.

Without hesitation, she snatched up a towel nearby and wrapped it tightly around herself.

Her delicate face showed no trace of embarrassment, just a flicker of annoyance and impatience.

She turned to leave, barely pausing for breath. She didn't plan to stick around for even a second.

"Stay."

Jarrod's voice sounded from behind her, calm and almost casual.

stopped and looked back. He was

for her to be the one to change

stepped aside, waiting for him to

Jarrod hadn't taken off his clothes. He wore a plain white T-shirt, his right arm bare, the still-healing scar

intention of bringing up that mark—a so-called badge of honor, earned in some act of devotion to

the hot spring, his shirt was plastered to his torso, outlining every sculpted muscle

She'd always known Jarrod had an incredible physique-he lived a

nothing to her. He was no different than any

his robe,

late?" he asked, tying the belt, his

if she could, but with just the two of them there, his words hung in the

almost palpable,

her attitude bothered him, he didn't let on. "Alright. Try

He gathered his things.

by, Jarrod slowed, as if remembering something. His eyes drifted down to

hand instinctively went to her

must have seen everything. The thought unsettled her, though she didn't