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.

gaze for a moment before speaking. "Thank you for taking care

He turned to look

stuff. I blacked out a little. But 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 Jarrod's room. Thankfully,

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

out his phone to text Andrea, arranging for a

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 he

herself. What was she overthinking for? At this point, there was no need for

now, there was

Sylvie said, her voice slow and deliberate, watching him

lifted her chin slightly, making the

would have seen

was now aware that she

of being husband and wife anymore. The last shred of decency between

and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes cleared, as

Sylvie, his

anything more, just kept walking

momentarily surprised. Jarrod's reaction wasn't quite what she'd expected. Why hadn't he mentioned anything about

so hard her eyes watered. The ship had already

disembark. Alexander was waiting for them by the

many people on the cruise, Patricia was nowhere to be seen. Elodie sent her a quick message, then

Alexander glanced back at them. "So, did you two

slumped in her