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."

hated breaking her word. If she failed to keep their agreement, it would be her responsibility—and the whole family would make their

what kind of frightening person Jarrod really was. He'd never

a "guest." With a cool precision, he pressed her sore spot. "Right. And in other people's homes, the 'guest' slaps the 'host'

never touched you. If you're looking

pillow onto the couch. "True. You only almost did. Thanks for

not going through with it. She

refused to argue any further and turned away to wash up in the

is almost up. After that, I have no reason to cooperate. Mr. Silverstein, make

Tonight was an exception; it wouldn't happen

the bed she'd slept in for three years and lay

share

the distance between them was set in

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

well that night. Her dreams were scattered and tangled. When she woke, Jarrod

washed up quickly and headed

grandmother was already up, bustling about as breakfast was being prepared. "Jarrod's gone for his morning run and

to linger. "There's something urgent at work,

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

the