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.

one wants to be slapped and

base, in the relevant department. Once

now was undeniably

her at a critical

Left her in limbo.

out of proportion, it would spark controversy higher

to wait another month to

already been granted an exception once-she didn't want

health, she didn't want to waste energy fighting anyone or

the food containers, arranging her favorite red bean pudding on

you have every right. Focus on your work for now. I'll send you

Elodie stayed silent.

"Let's give each other some space, Elodie. You

didn't try to force a conversation or insist on hashing things out

Jarrod quietly turned and left, closing the door behind him. The

table-her favorites, and neither had the green onions she was