How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 463

Naylor genuinely didn't want Elodie to misunderstand him anymore.

He watched her closely, only letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he noticed she didn't show any reaction at all.

To Elodie, whatever Naylor said simply didn't matter. He was just another stranger -what he did was his own business, and she couldn't care less.

So when Naylor finished speaking, Elodie didn't bother to respond. Instead, she turned to Alexander. "Alex, let's head inside."

Alexander nodded, but not before shooting a sidelong glance at Naylor, whose expression had soured.

When someone causes trouble and hurt for others, regardless of right or wrong, an apology isn't a magic eraser. Elodie had nothing to do with Naylor, yet he kept dragging her into his mess. Even if he tried to make amends, he had no right to demand her forgiveness. She wasn't a doormat-no one is. Expecting her to let it all go without so much as a word was just wishful thinking.

Frankly, the fact that Elodie didn't call him out was already saving him face.

Naylor felt a headache coming on.

He still hoped to work with VistaLink Technologies in the future. Whether for business reasons or out of genuine remorse, he wanted to set things right.

Today's meeting was meant to be a straightforward discussion.

They'd outline the project's needs and give each tech team a general concept to work from.

The real work would come later.

who had spotted Elodie as well, immediately understood there was no way VistaLink Technologies would let this opportunity

tech teams had shown up for this

Alexander

the team lead on the

to Elodie. After a moment's thought, Sylvie walked over to greet him. "Mr. Whitaker, is TerraCore

at that disastrous birthday party. In business, personal drama was irrelevant-what mattered was her

of disconnect. He'd

by how brazen she could be—flirting with a married man right in

kept his expression

you see Ms. Thorne sitting right`

paused, a flash of annoyance flickering in her

Naylor doing this on purpose, or was he

well there was no love

Naylor's mental gymnastics, but she couldn't

She didn't even spare

course, had no intention

"Mr.

him. She replied ce

go

that, she turned and walked