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.

and looked back. He was already standing, his tone unruffled:

was no reason for

for him to gather

a plain white T-shirt, his right arm bare, the still-healing scar there stark

no intention of bringing up that mark—a so-called badge

soaking in the hot spring, his shirt was plastered

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

meant nothing to her. He was no different

his robe, finally looking up

he asked, tying the

them there, his words hung in the

was almost palpable,

for a moment. If her attitude bothered him, he

He gathered his things.

remembering something. His eyes drifted down to her midsection. "You've always cared about your looks. Never thought

went

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