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.

that, Jarrod hadn't shown the slightest intention of bailing

eyes searching his for answers. "Sylvie's been kicked out of the board. She's got a lot to face. You coming all the way out here for her must be

if he was here to explain, or just to play

the whole

had to admit,

better judgment-warned her she

you seem to be taking it well." Jarrod's voice

could I not be in a good

ignored the sting in her words, his clear gaze settling on her. Then, just as Elodie let her guard down for a split second, he reached out and caught her wrist,

a patch of scraped skin,

wasn't bleeding, but the skin was raw and a little

it. "You should put something

react, he pulled his other hand from his pocket and

She instinctively frowned.

her hand away from the lingering

No arguments, no insistence.

the scrape before. It must have

your own plans. The management team's all people Nexus Analytics brought in. You can trust them handle it." Jarrod nodded at her wrist,

sharp. "What's that supposed to