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

two strangers sharing the same waiting

Just like old times.

sight of the two of them

paused on the steps,

Jarrod and Elodie sitting

of weariness passed through his

Mr. Silverstein of The Silverstein Group. The Silversteins

wasn't exactly close to Jarrod,

was Jarrod doing

major surgery

here waiting with

across Elias's

and

thought, Elias

quietly answering messages on his phone. His face was as expressionless as ever, but the soft tapping

so often, the sound would pull her back to the present. Thankfully, the surgery ended earlier than

tired, Elodie rushed to him.

reassuringly. "The surgery went very well, Ms. Thorne. She just needs to wake up from the anesthesia now. It shouldn't be more than twenty-four

all the tension drain from her body, slumping against the

"It's no trouble."

leaving, Latham glanced at Jarrod, a faint look of recognition crossing his face, as if

at Jarrod again. "Excuse

looked up at him, meeting his gaze with those deep, calm eyes. "I've been