How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 633

He was gambling on this.

Jarrod knew that joining the national team was an inevitable step for Elodie. Letting things unfold without interference-this was his own inexplicable wager. Deep down, he still wanted to know if she had any feelings for him.

But her indifference was plain as day.

The old thorn buried in his heart began to ache again.

"You should eat first. We'll have plenty of time to talk later." He turned away and opened the takeout box, a quiet gesture of concession.

Elodie thought she'd managed to stay calm today. She no longer felt like arguing with Jarrod; at this point, everything was out in the open. She hoped the school would take her explanation, and maybe Jarrod's recent actions finally made

sense.

Still, there was no reason she should suddenly forget all the pain just because he offered her a little kindness.

"The way you do things gives me chills, Jarrod. You never say anything you just strike in silence. There's no going back for us," Elodie said, her voice steady and quiet, stating a simple fact.

to be slapped and then handed a piece

air force base, in the relevant department. Once I've

issue erupting now was undeniably a

caught her at a

Left her in limbo.

got blown out of proportion,

urgent, she couldn't afford to wait another month to finish paperwork

want

didn't want to waste energy fighting anyone or

didn't respond to Elodie's words. Instead, he quietly opened each of the food containers, arranging her favorite red bean

Focus on your work for

Elodie stayed silent.

"Let's give each other some space, Elodie. You can hate me, blame

try to force a conversation or insist on hashing things out right

quietly turned and left, closing the door behind him. The room fell silent

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