How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 651

The nurse's eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know?"

He cast a casual glance at Elodie Thorne, his voice light and unhurried. "You're sharper than she is. When the time comes, I might need you to recommend a specialist—a top one, no expense spared."

Elodie didn't bother to reply. She just looked at him coolly, letting him have his jab. It was payback, clearly, for her earlier remark about him "wasting his time on her."

The nurse, realizing he was teasing his wife, stifled a laugh and slipped away to her other duties once everything was taken care of.

Elodie straightened her clothes and, after a moment, asked, "What were you and Watts Aldridge talking about just now?"

Jarrod Silverstein lowered his gaze. "I thanked him for his selfless dedication to someone else's wife."

She stared at him, picking up on the fact that there was more going on in his mind. "He did save me, that's true. Eldrion Global took a hit, that's true too. So tell me, why this attitude?"

Why?

A flicker of emotion passed through Jarrod's eyes.

there were far easier and cheaper ways to do it. No one could quite pin down his motives, and the whole thing was so elaborate that

contract, and he

simple as romance or sentiment. There would never be evidence,

he thought, was exactly the sort of cunning move

posture relaxed but unmistakably aristocratic. "Do you want the official answer

"What's the difference?"

official answer is:

be fooled into thinking he's just some naive, well-meaning guyz He just

defense contracts and cutting-edge tech; they have no shortage of talent, and most of their deals involve collaborating with government. Watts had

measured, his reasoning

exactly what had happened between him and Watts, but she didn't need him to spell out the

more history between the two men

her gaze, calm and self-assured, his words

"...Excuse me?"

him, her brows knitting in disbelief. Of all the absurd things to say, this had to

Jarrod didn't seem inclined to dwell on the subject. He stood, ending the conversation with a brisk, "Take the day to rest. We're heading back to Eldermere tomorrow.