How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 468

Jarrod was free to take Sylvie out on a date, to get some air and clear his head if he wanted. That was his business.

Watts had just arrived from Eldrion Global when he happened to catch sight of Elodie leaving Jarrod's side.

He slowed his pace, his gaze thoughtful as he watched Jarrod and Sylvie standing together. Sylvie was smiling at Jarrod, chatting about a painting they were both looking at.

It was only in the past couple of days that Watts had learned of the latest gossip making waves in Eldermere rumors about Jarrod and Elodie were spreading like wildfire.

Yet here Jarrod was, still bringing Sylvie out in public with him as if nothing had changed. Watts understood all too well what that meant for Elodie's situation.

He looked across at them, and for once his usual air of indifference faded, replaced by a hint of wry amusement in his eyes.

As Watts entered the gallery, Maurice spotted him and greeted him warmly. "Mr. Aldridge."

Sylvie noticed Watts too, and for some reason, Grady came to mind. Perhaps men really did think alike in certain ways.

take care of. We'll talk later." He didn't linger

was here on

in the exhibition, moving from painting to painting. Esmeralda, who loved photography, trailed after her,

approached, Esmeralda looked genuinely surprised, watching as

paintings. Do they interest you?" Watts stood behind her, hands in his pockets, tilting

reverie. "I suppose so," she replied.

bringing up Jarrod right away, he simply said, “There's another floor upstairs

had planned on exploring upstairs anyway, so she

resist taking a photo of their silhouettes together and sending it straight

of pace. The artist was still Aurelia, which

her as she

through several

mind talking

face him. "Of course. Go

"The last time you turned me down, was it because of all this?