How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 319

Elodie hadn't expected him to show up so quickly.

She had no idea how he'd even found out which hospital room she was in.

Jarrod's gaze settled on her. "What did the doctor say?"

She knew perfectly well he was only here because her grandmother had found out, and now he was forced to put on a show.

Her brow furrowed, but she didn't bother answering. Instead, she dismissed him outright. "You didn't have to come. Grandma won't know the difference anyway."

Jarrod ignored her words, striding over to the bed with his long, purposeful steps. He checked the IV bag, peering at the fluid. "How many more of these do you need?"

Elodie frowned. Clearly, he had no intention of leaving just because she said so.

He glanced down at her pale face, the sickly look impossible to hide. "Is VistaLink Technologies really so demanding? Does every problem have to land on your desk?"

He looked at her, his face impassive, voice as cold as ever. "Maybe you should take a look in the mirror, see what you look like right now."

It was a harsh, almost mocking remark-dispassionate and cutting.

While he spoke, he unlatched the insulated lunch box he'd brought. Inside were several simple, bland dishes. He set them out one by one on the bedside table and placed a fork next to her hand. "Eat something. It's all light, easy stuff."

Elodie glanced at the food but made no move to touch it. She already felt weak, barely had the strength to speak, but she still managed, "This is my business. It has nothing to do with Mr. Silverstein."

She was reminding him-about who they were now, what they'd become.

finally look up at

He didn't argue.

didn't say

them

stood and crossed to the water cooler, returning with a cup of warm water and setting it within her reach on the bedside table. He frowned slightly as he adjusted the IV drip, making sure

nothing during

did was thoughtful-yet Elodie didn't flatter herself that he cared about her,

since the day they married. Kind acts like this were just part of his nature, countless and routine. His refinement made him seem attentive, but

sentimental by nature, always searching for evidence in the details- a reason to believe they're loved, a sign that they're special. For years, she'd

she'd fallen

after everything she'd been through, she understood: none

You can go now." Elodie's voice

didn't press her to eat. He simply turned,

Elodie's expression darkened.

pulled out his laptop and started working, ignoring

tell Grandma you visited. You don't need to worry I'll say anything

features composed and unreadable. He typed away, answering

them only deepened, cold and

make sense of Jarrod's

had no appetite for the dinner he'd

of energy arguing with

simply pretended

on her