How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 541

Chapter 541

She was the one who'd suggested having a drink in the first place.

But now, just as she was about to share a toast with Jarrod, she was blocked and had no choice but to awkwardly lift her glass. "As long as it makes you happy, Miss Aldridge."

Patricia swirled her wine, not drinking, a half-smile on her lips as she fixed her gaze on Sylvie. Her mouth said "let's drink together," but she made no move to follow through.

So it was just Sylvie, left hanging.

Sylvie saw right through it, but she understood the situation. She braced herself and drained her glass in one go.

She hadn't expected it to burn so fiercely on the way down, the heat bringing color to her cheeks. She recognized the taste—this was the infamous “Heartbreaker,” a drink notorious for knocking people off their feet.

Without missing a beat, Patricia refilled her glass.

Sylvie hesitated this time.

"What's wrong? Don't feel like drinking anymore?” Patricia taunted.

her lips together, embarrassed and acutely

the one people catered to; never before had she been treated like some

his head toward them, his tone unhurried but firm. "Miss

just how women bond, Mr. Silverstein. Maybe you should stay

arm. "It's alright,

trying to look braver than

her but

the refilled glass, then finished it

poured her another. And another. And

shook their heads at the

more trouble than she

brother, shot her a glance, though the siblings hadn't exchanged a word since

offer Elodie a glass of something new. Elodie sniffed it-white grape juice, sweet with a tart edge that left a strange aftertaste.

puzzled Elodie most was that Jarrod hadn't put his

on her from across the room. He lounged in his seat, one eyebrow lifted, as if to

quickly looked away, frowning

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