How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

lips together, embarrassed and acutely aware of being put on the

she been treated like some party girl, pressured

turned his head toward them, his tone unhurried but firm. "Miss Aldridge, I think that's

Fielding is enjoying herself and being such a good sport. This is just how women bond, Mr. Silverstein. Maybe you should stay out of it. The more you defend

patting Jarrod gently on the arm. "It's alright, Jarrod. I can handle a

managed a smile, trying to look braver than

glanced at her

at the refilled glass, then finished it in

poured her another. And another. And

nearby shook their

was a handful, more trouble than she

shot her a glance, though the siblings

Elodie a glass of something new. Elodie sniffed it-white grape juice, sweet with a tart edge that left a strange aftertaste. Not her favorite. She took a couple of sips,

puzzled Elodie most was that Jarrod hadn't put his foot down. If he

found Jarrod's eyes on her from across the

quickly looked away,