How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 528

He wasn't sure when Jarrod had arrived. One hand stuffed lazily in his pocket, Jarrod leaned against the car, his dark eyes catching the moonlight-intense, enigmatic, impossible to read.

Elodie's steps faltered.

The moment their eyes met, she had no choice but to stop.

From her perspective, it was odd for Jarrod to seek her out at a time like this.

He seemed to sense her guardedness but didn't seem to mind; instead, he strode over with his long-legged, easy gait.

"Mr. Silverstein, is there something you need?"

Elodie felt that suffocating aura he carried, the kind that pressed in from all sides. She wanted to take a step back.

Jarrod saw right through her and stopped where he was, his gaze dropping to meet hers in the silvered night. "I'd imagine you have plenty of questions. Maybe you want to talk things through face to face."

He wasn't wrong.

Even now, the day's board meeting felt surreal, like she'd wandered through fog.

It had gone too smoothly.

than that, Jarrod hadn't shown the

of the

he was here to explain, or just

the whole Nexus

had to admit, it was

her she

on her plate. Still, you seem to be taking it well." Jarrod's voice was

own hands-how could I not be in a

clear gaze settling on her. Then, just as Elodie let her guard down for

scraped skin, about the size of

skin was raw and a little swollen

lowered as he inspected it. "You

move caught Elodie off guard. Before she could react, he pulled his other hand from his pocket and pressed a small

She instinctively frowned.

to yank her hand away from the

No arguments, no insistence.

even noticed the scrape before. It must have happened back at Neural Intelligence,

Analytics brought in. You

looked up, her eyes sharp. "What's