How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 469

Jarrod stood at the railing, one hand in his pocket, leaning back with the kind of distant composure that made it seem like he'd just stumbled onto a scene that had nothing to do with him.

Watts noticed him too. Turning around, he greeted him with a surprisingly unruffled, "Mr. Silverstein, did you catch all that?"

Jarrod had just finished a call. He slipped his phone away, his eyes lingering on the two of them standing together-utterly unreadable. No warmth, no anger. His emotions were always so tightly controlled, you could never tell what he was really thinking.

Watts didn't think he'd said anything wrong anyway. After all, Jarrod was still seen out and about with Sylvie, even with all the rumors flying—and despite being married, he acted like none of it mattered. He and Sylvie arrived and left together, and now here they all were at the same gallery as Elodie. Clearly, Jarrod didn't care. Either he didn't love Elodie, or her pain simply wasn't his concern.

Watts offered a calm, almost challenging smile. "Mr. Silverstein, I'd say my confession to Elodie is only fair, don't you think? After all, you have Ms. Fielding- your own special confidante."

Elodie was taken aback by Watts's bluntness. He didn't miss a beat, cutting straight to the point.

Jarrod met Watts's gaze, his own voice cool and restrained. "You two go ahead. I've got another work call to take."

He didn't even try to engage, let alone argue. It was as if Elodie was just another acquaintance-someone he barely knew.

looked away, took a call,

Jarrod, this really had nothing to do with

to Elodie. "Sorry -did I make things awkward for

it, Mr. Aldridge. My

then turned

quiet sigh. Maybe he'd come on

Jarrod and Sylvie together had made his

rushed over, unable to contain her curiosity. What happened up there? What did you guys talk about? I saw Jarrod come down right after you and Mr. Aldridge-did you run into him?

hide anything. "He confessed

she added,

widened. "Seriously? He picked now to confess?

thinks you're still Mrs.

for a

of alt the Sylvie stuff with Jarrod. He probably doesn't know I'm already divorced,

was her guess, at