How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 436

"Are you okay?"

Jarrod's brow furrowed as he glanced at Elodie's back, then slowly lowered his gaze to meet her eyes.

His strong arm was wrapped around her waist, firm yet not overbearing. The warmth of his body seemed to seep right through the fabric, sinking deep beneath her skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped her completely, almost suffocating in its intensity. For a moment, Elodie felt as though she'd been thrown right back into those three years she'd tried so hard to forget.

Around them, the air buzzed with cheers and laughter.

Someone even called out, "Kiss her! Get married!"

Elodie's lips pressed into a thin line.

In that instant, she steadied herself, planting her palm against Jarrod's chest and pushing him away with more force than she intended.

The space between them snapped open.

Her expression remained perfectly composed; even though irritation simmered beneath the surface, she wouldn't let it show-not at Steene's beautiful wedding.

She clutched the bouquet in one hand, the phone in the other. Glancing at Jarrod with cool indifference, Elodie tossed the bouquet neatly into his arms. "If Mr. Silverstein needs it so badly, he can have it."

She didn't bother to look at the expression on Jarrod's face.

Raising the phone back to her ear, she turned on her heel and walked away from the open lawn to continue her call with Galen.

her. She wanted him

conversation lasted nearly

the time Elodie returned, the bouquet toss was

the venue-chatting, sipping champagne, posing for pictures with

reached her table, Alexander looked

with the test data earlier, but we've made a few

them to take a

rose from their

they made their way over, she spotted Jarrod standing off to

in his pocket, deep

Sylvie had just finished taking photos

she saw Sylvie slip

tossed to

her eyes turning cold and distant as she walked off

that the bouquet-this symbol of happiness passed from one to another-would end up with Sylvie.

her turn posing

noticed several members of the press

was

he was at

achievements

one thing, but people were just