How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 549

Elodie decided to take a bath, hoping the warm water would help her finally relax.

She drew the bath, undressed, and was just about to step into the tub when she glanced down—and noticed something near the faint scar on her lower abdomen: a mark so subtle it would be easy to miss. A kiss mark.

Her skin was pale and easily marked. When she'd woken up that morning, she'd checked her neck and chest-everything was clear, aside from a few red blotches from the alcohol. Nothing out of the ordinary. For a moment, she'd wondered if everything that happened last night had just been a dream.

But now, there it was right next to that scar, a hidden trace she couldn't ignore. Elodie paused, confusion flickering in her eyes.

On the other side of town, Jarrod was swamped with work.

Sylvie had returned home alone.

Jarrod hadn't driven her back, but that didn't bother her at all-she was in a buoyant mood.

As soon as she walked in, Selma noticed the difference. Selma herself had been plagued by legal troubles and the fallout from her recent scandal; the socialites she'd befriended in Eldermere had all shut their doors to her, as if she were carrying some kind of curse. It had left her feeling low for weeks.

On top of that, Neural Intelligence had just changed hands. Maintaining appearances was getting harder by the day.

to smile about these

high spirits, Selma couldn't help

gave a little half-smile. "Something like

the wringer last night, but things had turned out

far too drunk, yes, but she wasn't an inexperienced girl anymore-

time she woke up, but that

outcome was what she

daughter for a moment, realization dawning in her

Men like Jarrod-men from that world-have no shortage of beautiful, outstanding women around them. There are plenty of women out there who are even better than you. The only reason you two are together

have reached this point, you need to start

flopped down on the sofa. "I can handle

be naïve about it. You're talented, sure,

talent. You need to use your head, too Sometimes, a little strategy

taken the initiative to go to his room last night, she

tournament is over and the lawsuit is settled, things between Jarrod and me