How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 545

"It's fine, just sit over there," Elodie said, gesturing to the far side of the room.

Without sparing Jarrod another glance, she turned and made her way to a seat by the window. Still, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling swirling in her mind.

She sat down.

Jarrod didn't move or say a word.

Her suspicions only grew, but Elodie's face remained perfectly composed.

Even if it was Jarrod, so what? After three years of marriage, what difference would it make—one more time or one less? Nothing would change. She was never the kind of woman to tie herself up in rules or emotional shackles.

"Are you cold? Do you want a jacket?" Watts glanced at her thin cardigan and, noting the chill in the sea air, pointed to his own coat. "If you don't mind, you can wear mine."

"No, I'm fine," Elodie replied, giving Watts a puzzled look.

Her suspicions were confirmed.

Watts really did seem to be looking out for her, going above and beyond.

It was... odd.

But Watts didn't push. He just let her be.

Elodie's stomach was unsettled; she barely touched her food, choosing instead to sip a cup of warm honey water.

Halfway through, Watts excused himself to take a phone call.

out her phone and messaged Esmeralda, telling her

had just hit send when someone slid into

bare-faced today but still striking, smiled warmly at Elodie, her gaze subtly scanning

you sleep

sounded awfully

her

you all finish up last night?" Elodie deflected, sidestepping the

on one hand. "Sometime after

after you left yesterday, Watts was really worried about you said you didn't seem like yourself. So I told him your room number,

tightened ever so slightly around

not what

was suddenly

see me?” Elodie kept

He was genuinely worried something was wrong. After I told him where you were, he went up. So...

them on his way to

day-she was

a split second. His gaze flickered to Patricia, then landed on Elodie, his eyes cool and

tension settled over the

glanced at him, her lips quirking in a half-smile, a

Then-

"Jarrod?"

over, shooting a withering look

hated how Elodie always seemed to be hovering

broke eye contact, turned, and strode away without

hadn't said anything at

an eyebrow.