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.

how far they still were

in picking up the

half lost in shadow. "No

look but let it drop, not in the mood to

if nothing had

slipped out, "How did you end

place, right time-he'd saved her from a

at the curb. "Are you genuinely curious, or

kind of question was

her

Did it even matter?

small shrug, she opened the

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

arm for a moment. "If you're still shaken, I could

stopped. She walked over and, without thinking, reached for his

at the sleeve, exposing a gash on his skin, beads of blood welling up. No wonder he'd barely used that hand all night, t looked deep, maybe even down to

didn't you say anything? I could've driven," she muttered,

wonder he'd been driving

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

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