How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 625

His tone was noticeably more relaxed now.

Elodie paused for a moment, then lifted her gaze to meet his-her eyes landing squarely in his.

There was something different about Jarrod tonight. She couldn't put her finger on

it.

Instead of answering, she silently finished wrapping his hand, carefully bandaging the bruised knuckles.

That's when she noticed a thin scratch trailing along his neck.

With his pale skin, the fresh cut stood out, tiny beads of blood still welling up.

He must have gotten it when the bottle shattered—glass flying everywhere.

She grabbed another alcohol wipe. "Tilt your head a bit."

Jarrod obliged without complaint.

Leaning in, Elodie gently dabbed at the wound. He must have felt the sting; his Adam's apple bobbed, and she eased up, her touch even softer.

Still, a crease formed between his brows. Suddenly, he caught her wrist and tugged her down to sit beside him.

"I'll do it myself."

"You can see well enough? Am I hurting you?"

distracting." He sat back, legs splayed, and haphazardly dabbed antiseptic

Elodie blinked. "Excuse me?"

not an amoeba, I'm a living person-how is

giving her a cool once-over. "I'm

resisting the urge to roll her eyes. There was no point in arguing. Instead, she gathered up the first-aid supplies, sorting everything back into its proper place.

gaze lingered on the kit for a moment. "Is the hospital sourcing

two more packed with an assortment of bottles and jars,

"I care

my health.

e too many vitaminway

replied breezily, stowing the

in the cabinet.

she noticed Jarrod was wearing black Hermès

you'd only wear at

was dressed in all

you

on his hand, replying

estion. "Didn't realize het

needed to

tux just to see you. Eine, I'll keep

rising to the bait.

My phone's dead." Jarrod set his phone on the table, cutting her

to fetch

him her portable charger.

polite a hint