How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 316

Chapter 316

None of this had been expected.

By the time anyone realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Sylvie shot up from her seat, her expression a tangled mess of shock and confusion as she stared at the now-empty doorway where the figure had vanished.

It wasn't just her.

Everyone seated around the large dining table sat in stunned silence for several seconds, their minds completely blank. The only sound was a waiter, pale as a sheet and wringing his hands in panic, stammering over and over, "I'm so sorry, so sorry... I didn't see... I didn't notice..."

That's when Naylor finally pieced it together.

Something was wrong with Elodie.

But none of them had actually seen what happened to her. It all happened so fast.

By the time he realized, Elodie was doubled over in pain, her whole body crumpling.

But what really mattered...

The person who'd just swept Elodie into his arms and rushed her out the door-

Was Jarrod.

had already carried her

Alexander snap to his senses. All he'd seen was Elodie suddenly

to turn to Klein, voice apologetic but urgent. "I'm sorry, Elodie's not feeling well. If you don't mind,

looked genuinely concerned. "Of course, go-see to

that, in a crisis, Jarrod would be the first

expression now grave. He glanced at Sylvie, who looked utterly unreadable. "Ms. Fielding, shall we go

Jarrod was

sense for

bit flustered by the

time Jarrod carried Elodie to the car, the pain had at least brought her mind back to

Jarrod got out first, opened

strength and slapped his hand away with a sharp

face was stone-cold. He stared at her, eyes

of the car. The moment

bent down, and scooped her up again, completely unfazed by the way she glared at him or

seem

up much of a fight-her efforts grew feeble,

carried her straight

hurried over. "Bring

set, Jarrod gently laid Elodie down on

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