How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 449

Elodie couldn't quite understand why they needed to go through the motions when Jarrod's grandmother wasn't even there to witness it.

Besides, wasn't the most urgent thing for Jarrod right now to find Sylvie and deal with the day's "scandal"? Sylvie was probably reeling from such a public humiliation—no doubt it was the first time she'd suffered a blow like this. She would need Jarrod to comfort her.

"Your address," Jarrod said, glancing over at Elodie. "It's late, and driving at night isn't safe."

He didn't seem inclined to compromise.

Elodie didn't bother arguing. She leaned forward and entered her apartment address into his GPS.

The drive was silent.

Just before they reached her building, Jarrod's phone buzzed on the console, the sudden noise jarring in the otherwise quiet car. Elodie instinctively glanced down. The screen lit up with an incoming call—"BB".

She looked away, but Jarrod made no move to hide the call. He answered it directly.

Sylvie's voice came through, tired but steady. "Jarrod? Are you done over there?"

"Yeah," Jarrod replied.

She was clearly affected by everything that had happened, but she tried to pull herself together. "Did I cause you trouble? You had to admit to things with Elodie this whole mess must be affecting you too, right?"

the way Sylvie put it-and

was cool,

else going

with right now.

plate as she did. After all, he'd gone out of his way to avoid any association with Elodie, but tonight, he'd been

I'll wait for your

The call ended.

propose to Jarrod tonight, only for everything to fall apart in front of everyone. Now, instead of celebrating, she was left to face the

Jarrod's grandmother hadn't shown up, Elodie suspected Jarrod would've

by the phone call.

apartment complex-a high-end building in a neighborhood known for its

well, standing by the open car door and

I do that none of this was my idea. I never wanted anyone to know

past, and I

if you want to take responsibility for admitting the truth, that's on you. The breach of contract clause doesn't apply

Sylvie hadn't tried to propose tonight, none of

dim light, his tone unchanged. "You're right. It's

bit more at ease after hearing