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 splayed, and haphazardly dabbed antiseptic on

Elodie blinked. "Excuse me?"

a living person-how is my breathing getting in

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

resisting the urge to roll her eyes. There was no point

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

was huge-one layer for treating wounds, two more packed with an assortment of bottles

"I care

ha my

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replied breezily, stowing the

in the cabinet.

back over, she noticed Jarrod was

the kind you'd only wear

dressed in all black-loungewear, head

are you

his hand,

estion. "Didn't realize het

needed to

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

her lips together, not rising to the bait. "If there's

dead." Jarrod set his

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

portable charger. "You can take it with

was as polite a hint