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?"

legs

Elodie blinked. "Excuse me?"

living person-how is my

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

to roll her eyes. There was no point in arguing. Instead, she gathered up the first-aid supplies, sorting everything

moment. "Is the hospital sourcing its supplies from you? How do

huge-one layer for treating wounds, two more packed with an assortment of bottles and jars, each one neatly labeled and sorted. Elodie knew

"I care

my health.

e too many vitaminway

replied breezily, stowing the

in the cabinet.

she noticed Jarrod was

kind you'd only

in all black-loungewear, head to

are you

his hand, replying calmly

estion. "Didn't realize het

needed to

see you. Eine, I'll keep it in

not rising to the bait. "If there's nothing

My phone's dead." Jarrod set his phone

no choice but to fetch it for him. "Just a

her portable charger. "You can take

polite a hint as