How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 683

Chapter 683

Some things, you have to let people handle in their own way.

She wouldn't force her way in.

Esmeralda's words echoed in her mind.

Jarrod remained unresponsive for a long while.

Truth was, he'd been running nonstop the last two days-putting out fires, tidying up loose ends, desperate to make it back sooner. He'd barely closed his eyes.

He thought, at the very least, Elodie would wait for him before making a decision. That she'd respect the fact he was the child's father.

He had rushed, pushed himself to the brink, and still, he was too late.

She hadn't really planned to wait for him.

It was as if she'd never meant to give him a chance at all.

Elodie awoke from the anesthesia quicker than expected.

When she blinked groggily into the sterile light, she felt someone beside her.

Turning her head, she met Jarrod's ashen face. He just sat there, staring at her, expressionless and tight-lipped, as if he'd been keeping vigil by her bedside for hours. She had no idea how long he'd been there, but the air between them was suffocating.

sharp, hollow buzz rang in Elodie's

fragile thread of

knew it, even before anyone

was no longer

taste at the back of her throat. Yet she couldn't show any sadness. She knew, better

And so-

met

between

as if some invisible blade was slicing through both their

He reached out to tuck

sounded human: "Are you still

if it

something had

the covers, clenched tight, nails digging into her palm. Her face

wait for me?" He didn't look

his voice, but

were still

but she was hurt, too-none of this

reddened in an instant. He looked straight at her. "Do you hate me that much? It was my child-our child. Did you really want to get

her throat close

utter

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