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.

was already standing, his tone

for her to be the one to change

aside, waiting for him to gather his things

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

that mark—a so-called badge of honor, earned in some act

was plastered to his torso, outlining every

always known Jarrod had an incredible physique-he lived a disciplined life and had been

her. He was no

his robe, finally looking up

he asked, tying the belt, his voice neutral

would have ignored him if she could, but with just the two of them there, his words hung in the air, impossible to brush aside. She didn't

indifference was almost palpable, radiating from her

her profile for a moment. If her attitude bothered him, he

He gathered his things.

down to her midsection. "You've

hand instinctively went to

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