How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 775

It would be hard to find another opening like this in the future.

But...

Standing outside the hospital room, Watts' expression was still tinged with gloom. He despised how Elodie kept ruining his plans, over and over again. He was hardly a patient or kind man by nature, and being bested multiple times by the same woman was enough to breed resentment.

Yet, as he reached the hospital door, he paused abruptly, frowning at the odd turn of his own thoughts. Even so, he pushed the door open.

The room was empty except for Elodie, giving him free rein to approach.

He walked over to the bed.

Watts stared down at Elodie's sleeping face with a gaze bordering on icy. Standing at the bedside, he couldn't help but think of all the ways she'd

sabotaged him recently-Patricia Aldridge's forced downfall, among others. When he traced it back, Elodie was always at the root.

had every reason to

seeing her lying there, fragile and breakable,

eyes traveled from her face, down her nose, over her lips, lingering a moment before settling on her neck. In that instant, he raised his hand, fingers almost closing around her slender throat. It seemed that with

he jerked back, lips pressed in a tight line, his expression conflicted. His hand drifted up, fingertips barely grazing her cheek, lingering near her

waking from a trance. For a

He felt ridiculous.

with a complex look before

another one across the hall. As they passed each other, Jarrod's eyes darted toward the hospital room. He clutched his chest wincing at the pain

catch up behind

only then did he allow himself to breathe again. Watts' type-cheerful on the surface, but dark and venomous

her

to be

sat on the edge of the bed, not even glancing her way. "What are you

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