How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 540

Elodie couldn't help but cough as she choked a little.

She tried to stifle it, but the tickle in her throat wouldn't subside.

Patricia's words had been just too... much.

Watts reacted instantly, grabbing a napkin and handing it to her. "Want some water to clear your throat?" he asked, his striking blue eyes fixed on her just as Patricia had teased, "There's always someone looking out for her."

Watching this, Sylvie's face darkened for a split second. Not long ago, Watts had thrown biting sarcasm her way without the slightest courtesy; now, he was being so gentle and attentive with Elodie. Anyone with half a brain could see that Watts

was...

Absolutely taken with her.

Sylvie instinctively glanced at Jarrod, searching his expression.

He was swirling his drink, eyelids lowered, and in the instant Sylvie looked over, he turned his gaze away. With his lashes casting shadows, it was impossible to decipher what he was thinking.

Sylvie hesitated, then exhaled quietly.

So Jarrod didn't care after all.

scene unfold, grinning broadly. "Of course! Our Elodie has a charm all her own. Only a fool would be blind enough not to see it. Miss Aldridge, you're absolutely right." She clinked her glass against Patricia's, seizing the chance to make her

at the center of it all, only felt the atmosphere growing stranger

quick glance, then offered a

always meticulously polite, he

so composed. Always so

out an exaggerated sigh, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. "If you keep being so formal with me, I might

would've blushed or melted at that

But Elodie was different.

unflinching eyes, her confusion

by her

he was doing and turned away,

shimmered with something unspoken, a

shifted the focus of

pressed her lips together, shooting Elodie a sidelong glance before suddenly noticing the other tables. Groups of men and women were laughing, playing drinking games, arms entwined

skipped. She couldn't help

sat there, cold and distant, his glass swirling in his hand, a faint frown

closer. "Jarrod, how about

tipsy, and her intentions were growing more obvious by the

clearly meant to propose

before he could answer,

even know