How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 363

Elodie's expression didn't waver. "Understood. You can go now."

Jarrod finally leaned back in his chair, still maintaining his air of effortless elegance.

But he didn't move.

Elodie frowned, glancing at him again. "Is there something else you want to discuss?"

The unspoken question hung between them-Why are you still here?

Jarrod cast her a sidelong glance, then checked his watch. "Since we're already here, there's no point in only going halfway through the motions."

Elodie gave a wry little smile. "You're worried I'll change my mind about what I just agreed to, aren't you?"

Afraid she'd only agreed to placate him, and would back out later?

Jarrod met her gaze, his lips barely moving, his tone light. "Yes. I don't trust you'll follow through."

Elodie was past caring whether he trusted her or not.

She'd long gotten used to Jarrod's nature he rarely changed his mind once it was made up.

She simply looked away, not giving him another glance.

Jarrod, for his part, didn't seem to care about her mood or her reaction. He didn't

find the quiet-now edging into awkward at all uncomfortable.

finished, and neither made any effort

as well have been two

Just like old times.

downstairs, he caught sight of the two of them from a

on the steps, slowing

Jarrod and Elodie

weariness passed through his

Silverstein of The Silverstein Group. The Silversteins and the Warwick

close to Jarrod, but

Jarrod doing

one major surgery scheduled

waiting

flickered across Elias's

Jarrod and

in thought, Elias didn't approach

long, occasionally glancing over to see Jarrod quietly answering messages on his phone. His face was as expressionless as ever, but the soft tapping of his fingers on the screen

so often, the sound would pull her back to the present.

little tired, Elodie rushed to him. "How

went very well, Ms. Thorne. She just needs to wake up from the anesthesia now. It shouldn't be

her body, slumping against the

"It's no trouble."

of recognition crossing his face, as if trying to place

then stopped to look at Jarrod again. "Excuse me, sir, have

looked up at him, meeting his gaze with those deep, calm