How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 610

She'd almost managed to forget.

"Are you even being reasonable? That's not what we're supposed to be discussing." Elodie's expression had lost its usual calm, her voice edged with a rare sharpness.

Jarrod tossed his phone onto the table. "If I weren't reasonable, you wouldn't have gotten the upper hand that night."

Elodie stared at him, momentarily forgetting her anger at being deceived, stunned by what he'd just said.

Jarrod sat down again and looked up at her. "My grandmother's asleep. Don't wake her. I'm staying here you take the bed, all right?"

Elodie's gaze turned icy as she cooled down, making it clear she had no interest in pretending things were fine anymore. "You're always swamped with work. I'm sure you can come up with some excuse to leave. No sense in both of us being uncomfortable."

Jarrod glanced at her, his tone unchanged. "Fine."

He grabbed his clothes, ready to leave.

A headache flared behind Elodie's eyes. If she really thought about it, what right did she have to kick the owner out of his own bedroom?

Suppressing the chaos in her chest, she finally said, "Forget it. This is your house. It's not a guest's place to throw the host out. Do as you like."

failed to keep their agreement, it would be her responsibility—and the

frightening person Jarrod really was. He'd never let anything slip

"Right. And in other people's homes, the 'guest' slaps the 'host'

colder. "I never touched you. If you're looking for someone to blame, don't try pinning

onto the couch. "True. You only almost did. Thanks for your restraint,

not going through with it. She should have dropped

and turned away to wash up

out, she glanced at came him on the couch. "The deadline for keeping up this charade is almost up. After that, I have

was

for his reply. She went to the bed she'd slept in for three years

didn't share

the distance between them was

for a long time, then finally got up. He walked over, switched off the main light, and left a small lamp on

well that night. Her dreams were scattered and tangled.

washed up quickly and headed

grandmother was already up, bustling about as breakfast was being prepared. "Jarrod's gone for his morning run and isn't back yet. Why don't

night, she had no desire to linger. "There's

just muttered, "You work too hard, sweetheart. Let me have someone wrap

the kindness