How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 622

Ivan had been leaning against the door.

When Elodie suddenly pulled it open, he nearly stumbled inside, brow furrowing as he looked up at her. His handsome face was tinged with the flush of alcohol, and he was still clutching a half-empty bottle in one hand.

But the moment he saw Elodie, the stormy look in his eyes vanished instantly.

Propping himself against the doorframe, he gazed at her, and a slow, lopsided smile crept onto his lips. "Missed you all of a sudden. Took me forever to find this place, you know."

Ivan was drunk.

Elodie's expression remained icy. She knew he'd never been a drinker before. This kind of uninvited visit was something she had no patience for.

"Please don't disturb the neighbors. Don't knock on my door again. Go home."

She had no intention of indulging him. Her hand moved to close the door in his face.

He saw that clear rejection, every bit of it, and for a split second, it jolted him from his stupor. Ivan's hand shot out to block the door. "Aren't you going to give me an explanation? Why are you living here alone? Where's Jarrod? Are you two separated?"

There it was.

A question that made him feel both elated and miserable.

Elodie never told him anything. But it didn't matter.

she and Jarrod clearly

he'd found out Elodie wasn't living

had no interest in talking with a drunk; there was nothing to

it was the formality in her voice, but it yanked

her merciless expression. "So something's

came to these things, Ivan was almost disturbingly

burned into her, full of longing, resentment, and an

threatened to override

didn't bother with another word, just tried to slam

knew exactly what

thinking. Her indifference cut

a knife, pain tightening his throat, eyes rimmed red as months of pent-up emotions exploded all at once. Nearly wild, he shoved the door open with his

neck. “Elodie, I don't care about your past with him.

your heart should've

het

Elodie. That had never wavered, not after all these years He couldn't tolerate

him half-mad now, this urge to claim her

So long as

Elodie hadn't been prepared. He pulled

made her panic and rage flare. Elodie pushed him away, hard. "Ivan! Don't be insane!