How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 642

Jarrod's attitude toward Elodie was completely nonchalant; he replied with an easygoing air, "Is it that obvious? Otherwise, I could hold an umbrella for you too."

Elodie frowned, finally giving him a proper look. "What's that supposed to mean?”

Jarrod met her gaze, slow and unruffled. "Just curious. Want to see what you're into these days."

She realized his sharp tongue never lost ground. So, she simply ignored him. Neither of them ever let the other win when it came to these little verbal skirmishes.

Jarrod knew full well there was nothing going on between Elodie and Watts. Watts might have been making an effort, but Jarrod understood Elodie's nature—she was slow to react and always armored up. No matter how others tried, she rarely took the bait.

He pressed the gas, and they pulled into her apartment complex.

Elodie didn't wait for him; she opened her door and got out. A few steps away, she remembered she'd left Watts' umbrella inside and doubled back.

Jarrod was already strolling over. She glanced at the car. "Hang on, I need to grab something."

"What is it?"

"An umbrella."

didn't want it.

darkened as she stared at

shrug. "Need another one? I'll buy you

bother replying. She turned on her heel and left. She knew Jarrod had no intention of giving the umbrella back-no point wasting her

not caring what Jarrod did afterward. She had other things on her mind. Tonight, she was heading to Duskendale. Alexander would be flying

a milestone—if she landed it, it would lay the groundwork for the next two years. VistaLink Technologies was all in, and Elodie took it seriously. Soon, she'd be managing the 719 facility as well, and she couldn't afford to let anything slip inside the

By the time she finished, it was nearly eight in

if on cue, the door across

over. "Want to share a ride to the airport? I'm headed to Duskendale as

locked up, her tone frosty. "Ride with you? Let's see-should I wait for your

for a moment, then broke into a grin. "If you're worried about me, you don't

just frowned in

ignored him and stayed

at the event. It would look odd if we arrived separately. Just bear with me

was already in his trunk. There was no use fighting

into the car the way I did your suitcase? Over

started to step toward

him to it and slid