How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 362

Elodie truly didn't understand. Her mind was already a tangled mess from everything that had happened, and when she saw him standing there, her eyes flickered with both suspicion and confusion.

"What are you doing here?"

Jarrod finally glanced, unhurried, at the surgical light glowing overhead.

"Why? Am I not allowed to be here?" His reply was calm, as if he hadn't caught the implication in her tone at all.

Elodie frowned. The rhythm of her already restless heart was thrown off even more by his nonchalance. "Mr. Silverstein, you know perfectly well what I mean."

She had no patience for his games.

Only then did Jarrod really look at her, his gaze lingering as if he were properly observing her for the first time in ages. He noted, in that brief study, how much thinner she'd become her jaw sharper, cheekbones more defined, the tension in her face unmistakable.

He let his eyes rest on her for a second longer before answering, "I came to keep you company."

Elodie's frown deepened. "And how did you even know my uncle had surgery today?"

a picture of the hospital entrance on your social feed. She couldn't reach you, so she asked

knit together. Well, that at least made his presence here

hadn't expected

up any more of your time, Mr. Silverstein." Her words

tilted his head, studying her for a long moment. His eyes were clear, his tone level. "Elodie, when are you going to stop

was hardly

had no energy to argue

answer, just moved to

opened up between

didn't seem

heavy silence settled between

At one point, his phone buzzed several times. He ignored every

excuse. If you don't want to do something, not even a gun to your head could force you. You could easily have fobbed her off, but instead, you came here, under the pretense of 'keeping me company.' Let's not dance around it just say what you

sizing up the

silent for a

out a quiet “Mm," dropping the pretense. "When will VistaLink Technologies be willing to

Of course.