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.

has a charm all her own. Only a fool would be blind enough not to see it.

of it all, only felt the atmosphere growing stranger by the

glance,

always meticulously polite, he still felt... well, she was keeping him

so composed. Always so

raising an eyebrow. "If you keep

blushed or melted at

But Elodie was different.

met his gaze with clear, unflinching eyes, her confusion

her earnestness, a little thrown by

in her look. For a moment, he just stared, then realized what he was doing and

with something

eyes and quietly shifted the

shooting Elodie a sidelong glance before suddenly noticing the other tables. Groups of men and women were laughing, playing

She couldn't help

hand, a

a little closer.

was already a bit tipsy, and her intentions were growing more obvious

to propose a couples' drink, arms

finally looked her way, but before

even know your own place? Aren't