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."

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

person Jarrod really was. He'd never let anything slip before. Divorce had definitely been the right

in her eyes when she called herself a "guest." With a cool precision, he pressed her sore spot. "Right. And in other people's homes, the 'guest' slaps the 'host' in the face? You've redefined the cheek-kiss, Ms. Thorne- turned it into

snapped back to herself, her voice even colder. "I never touched you. If you're looking for someone

"True. You

it. She should have

any further and turned away to wash up in the

at came him on the couch. "The deadline for keeping up this charade is almost up.

few months left. Tonight was an exception; it

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

didn't share a

the distance

got up. He walked over, switched off the main light, and left a small lamp on by the bed so she wouldn't have to fumble

were scattered and tangled. When she woke,

quickly and

gone for his morning

to linger. "There's something

old woman didn't insist, just muttered, "You work too hard, sweetheart. Let me have someone wrap up a sandwich for you to take

accepted the