How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

asked, noting how far they still were from

in picking up

face was half lost in

curious look but let

if nothing had

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

right time-he'd saved her from a tough

her way, parking smoothly at the curb. "Are you genuinely

of

help but furrow her brow and

Did it even matter?

to bother responding. With a small shrug, she opened the door

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

out, discreetly bracing his arm for a moment.

caught the subtle movement and stopped. She walked over and, without thinking, reached for his sleeve. Jarrod simply lowered his gaze to

the first time the tear in his shirt right at the sleeve, exposing a gash on his skin, beads of blood welling up. No wonder he'd

anything? I could've driven,"

wonder he'd been

tone offhand: "You were already rattled. Letting someone emotionally unstable drive us home-were you planning on