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.

unfold, grinning broadly. "Of course! Our Elodie has a charm all her own. Only a fool would be blind enough

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

gave Watts a quick glance, then offered a

always meticulously polite, he still felt...

composed.

an eyebrow. "If you keep being so formal with me, I might actually get

or

But Elodie was different.

his gaze with clear, unflinching eyes,

by her earnestness,

her look. For a moment, he just stared, then realized what he was doing and turned away, coughing awkwardly before tossing back the

with something unspoken, a

and quietly shifted the focus of the

glance before suddenly noticing the other tables. Groups of men and

heart skipped. She couldn't help sneaking another look

his hand, a faint frown on his

leaned in a little closer. "Jarrod,

and her intentions were growing more

to propose a couples'

before he could

know your own