How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 603

Impossible to find fault.

Elodie's cool, reserved face showed a flicker of hesitation, but in the end, she handed it over.

If Mr. Silverstein himself wanted to play chauffeur, she wasn't about to argue.

She intended to slip into the backseat, but Jarrod had already swung open the passenger door and tilted his head toward her. "I'm not familiar with your car. Better sit up front and make sure I don't press the wrong buttons."

Elodie frowned, arching a delicate brow. "You think you might drive us into a ditch?"

He leaned lazily against the car, entirely unhurried. "You never know. If I make a scene tonight and we end up in a ditch, maybe we'll land on the front page together—our first photo as a pair."

She decided not to dignify that with a response.

He was just trying to get a rise out of her.

Without another word, she slipped into the passenger seat.

Jarrod swung the car around and headed off, taking the familiar streets he'd traveled countless times before.

After a while, Elodie broke the silence. “I appreciate what you did to clear things up for me. Honestly, you took the fall for me from the start, and I owe you for that. But I have to ask-wasn't it a bit... much, throwing around millions like that?"

had already

should have been enough to quiet most of the

reason for him to

her, unhurried and at ease behind the wheel, his mood seemingly unruffled. "Hmm? And why do you

have let me

longer together, there was

nodded. "So you think this is nothing but

gaze, unflinching. "Given what we are now, how could I accept it and

you thought about the future? After all, we're divorced. The Silverstein

confirms to the

public that we re

we supposed to keep

crucial question behind everything that had happened

I know

but you're not going to stay single

when

or even marry again? What will' you

the

her mind, Jarrod should

the online rumors false, and announced he'd pursue legal action if necessary That would

of the