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?"

It's your breathing-it's distracting." He sat back, legs splayed, and haphazardly dabbed

Elodie blinked. "Excuse me?"

person-how is my breathing getting

low, giving her a

her eyes. There was no point in arguing.

moment. "Is the hospital sourcing its supplies

an assortment of bottles and jars, each

"I care

ha my

e too many vitaminway

replied breezily, stowing the

in the cabinet.

over, she noticed Jarrod was wearing

you'd only wear

in all black-loungewear, head to

you

smoothed the bandage on his hand, replying calmly

estion. "Didn't realize het

needed to

see you. Eine, I'll keep

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

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

no choice but to fetch it

charger. "You can take it with

as polite a hint as she