How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 577

The man's features were cool and understated. Sensing her gaze, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. "Would you like some soup?" he asked quietly.

This little display of "public affection" left Elodie's expression unchanged. She simply replied, "No, thank you."

Her eyes drifted out the window, uninterested.

It seemed as though no one at the table gave Sylvie's arrival much thought.

Elodie couldn't read anything from Jarrod's face, either.

After the meal, they didn't linger.

The elderly woman didn't notice anything unusual between Elodie and Jarrod; she fussed over them with a string of reminders before they finally made their way to

the car.

When Octavia stepped outside, she instinctively glanced toward the front door. In the end, she simply frowned and hurried into the car, determined to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Jarrod stepped aside to take a business call.

Only Lucinda paused.

She turned to Elodie. "The past is the past, but I still want to offer you some advice. Since you've chosen to marry Jarrod, whatever your background, you are his wife. You never spoke up about the past, so I hope you won't hold it against us now."

She wondered if Elodie might be resentful.

elevated-decided on a whim to make a scene or even divorce Jarrod, how would the outside world see the Silverstein

it hadn't been long since the scandal

now emboldened-fully capable of

tone softened a little. "Of course, I know you won't do that. After all, you were the one who pulled strings to

was certain of that. Even now, with Elodie's newfound

dare. Nor could she

expected Lucinda to speak

saw

cared, or perhaps even felt threatened. In the past, the ever-dignified, aloof Mrs. Silverstein

unnerve Lucinda, who frowned "Let's be honest-Sylvie's situation is partly your own doing. You gave her

in your eyes, when someone comes between a married couple,

"Let's hope you never make that

icy poise slipped for

expected Elodie to answer her

intention

went to change back into

out, the place was finally

wasn't planning

off, she made her way

his sharp gaze lingering on her face for a moment. "It's still raining. I'll walk you

didn't even turn around. "That's not

her protest. As

over and "It's chilly