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?"

Silverstein Group had already released a

have been enough to quiet most of

see any reason for him to

his mood seemingly unruffled. "Hmm? And why

you. You could have

they were no longer together, there was no reason for

as he nodded. "So you think this is

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

we're divorced. The Silverstein Group

it confirms to

public that we re

a couple. Are we

behind everything that

I know

you're not going

when

marry again? What

out the obvious problem-one that couldn't

mind, Jarrod should

false, and announced he'd pursue legal action if necessary That would have stamped out

heart of the matter was his