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.

looked back. He was already standing, his tone unruffled: "I'll

reason for her to be the

simply stepped aside, waiting for him to gather his

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 jarring against

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

spring, his shirt was plastered

glance, just turned away. She'd always known Jarrod had an incredible physique-he lived a disciplined life and had been

meant nothing to her. He was no different than any other

his robe,

up this late?" he asked, tying the belt, his voice neutral

but with just the two of them there, his words hung in the air, impossible to

was almost palpable, radiating from her slender

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

He gathered his things.

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

hand instinctively went

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