How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 592

Chapter 592

No matter how you looked at it, Jarrod had saved her tonight.

Elodie wasn't stingy with her gratitude. At least, she shouldn't be.

Still...

She frowned slightly, unable to shake her surprise at the way Jarrod had treated Sylvie.

Jarrod turned the car around, glancing at her with those deep-set eyes, his tone unhurried, "You don't have to thank me."

For a moment, silence swallowed the car again.

Elodie knew Jarrod had rescued her tonight—and, in a way, punished Sylvie and her friends. He'd done her a favor. But that was only one side of it.

Business was business.

Whether or not Jarrod genuinely wanted to help her didn't matter. In the end, tonight's incident was between Jarrod and Sylvie, the fallout from their own issues. Elodie had just been caught in the crossfire.

She didn't see why she should shoulder any blame or let her thoughts run wild. After all, Jarrod had never really shared what he was thinking.

She owed him her thanks, and that would be enough.

noting how far they

them seemed interested in picking up

road, Jarrod's face was half lost

a curious look but let

strangely as if nothing had happened at

her building, the question finally slipped out, "How did you end up in

place, right time-he'd saved

"Are you genuinely curious, or is

kind of question was

furrow her brow

Did it even matter?

bother responding. With a small shrug, she

the side of Jarrod's luxury sedan- dented, the paint scratched and peeling. It would need a mechanic, though

his arm for a moment. "If you're still

without thinking, reached for his

first time the tear in his shirt right at the sleeve, exposing a gash on his skin, beads

say anything? I could've

he'd been

to avoid her gaze, his tone offhand: "You were already rattled. Letting someone emotionally unstable

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