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.

hadn't shown the

kicked out of the board. She's got a lot to

knew if he was here to explain, or just to play

the whole Nexus

admit, it was

her better judgment-warned her

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

hands-how could I not

her guard down for a split

a patch of scraped skin, about the size of a

was

it.

pulled his other hand from his pocket and pressed a

She instinctively frowned.

the lingering warmth of his touch,

No arguments, no insistence.

the scrape before. It must have happened back at Neural Intelligence, when Sylvie shoved

in. You can trust them handle it." Jarrod nodded at her wrist, then finally spoke

eyes sharp. "What's that