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.

moment before speaking. "Thank you for taking care of

look at her, expression unreadable. "You drank a

strong 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, she hadn't passed out completely and missed

gave her a measured look, noticing a faint mark on her

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

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 was... with her, not in

for? At this point, there was no

there was something else that

Elodie," Sylvie said, her voice slow and deliberate,

chin slightly, making the

clear enough-Elodie would have seen it

was now aware that she and Jarrod had spent the night

of being husband and wife anymore. The last shred of decency between them was gone,

he stopped in his tracks. His eyes cleared, as if seeing

Sylvie,

didn't say anything more, just kept walking

quite what she'd expected. Why

finally came down, she was yawning so hard her eyes watered. The ship had

disembark. Alexander was

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

at them. "So, did you two have

in her seat,