How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 547

As he approached, his lashes lowered and he cast a sidelong glance at her.

In that instant, as Jarrod drew closer, Elodie unconsciously shrank back a step, as if rejecting his presence. An unguarded look of distaste flickered across her eyes.

Jarrod didn't miss the way she looked at him.

For a split second, he paused mid-stride, his deep gaze resting on her face for a long moment. It felt as though an invisible wall had risen between them.

He watched her in silence for a few seconds, choosing not to dwell on her reaction. Instead, his eyes dropped to the small, red rash on her wrist, lingering there briefly.

His tone stayed even. "Remember to put some ointment on that when you get back. Be more careful next time."

He didn't say anything more, simply stepped past her and disappeared inside.

Elodie lifted a hand to rub her brow, then finally turned and headed back the way she'd come.

Halfway down the hall, Jarrod ran into Sylvie.

Sylvie's lips curved instantly into a bright smile as she walked toward him. "Jarrod, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

He glanced in the direction she'd come from, shaking his head. "Can't. I've got work to finish at the office."

Sylvie looked a little disappointed but understood well enough how busy Jarrod always was.

smiled lightly, holding his gaze for a moment before speaking. "Thank you for taking care of me last

moved slightly. He turned to look at her, expression unreadable.

when I woke up, my clothes had been changed for fresh ones. Jarrod, you're really thoughtful..." Sylvie seemed in high spirits. Last night, she'd forced herself-despite being tipsy-into

a measured look, noticing a faint mark on her neck. His brows lifted slightly at the

me," he replied, pulling out his phone to text Andrea, arranging for a car to meet him

was puzzled by his nonchalance. For a moment, her heart skipped; she couldn't quite figure out Jarrod's attitude. It didn't feel like

What was she overthinking for? At this point, there was no need for special thanks

there was something else

just ran into Elodie," Sylvie said, her voice

the mark on her neck even

clear enough-Elodie would have seen it

now aware that she and

reason to keep up the pretense of being husband and wife anymore. The last shred of decency between them was

in

Sylvie, his expression

say anything more, just kept

wasn't quite what

so hard her eyes watered. The ship had

Esmeralda were among the first to disembark.

people on the cruise, Patricia was nowhere to be seen. Elodie sent

back at them.

in her