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.

every reason to hate

fragile

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 just a little pressure, he could make her

pressed in a tight line, his expression conflicted. His hand drifted up, fingertips barely

hand away, as if waking from a trance. For a split second, a

He felt ridiculous.

complex look before turning sharply

stepped out of the elevator just in time to see Watts disappear into another one across the hall. As they passed each other, Jarrod's eyes darted toward the hospital room. He

hastened to catch up

he allow himself to breathe again. Watts' type-cheerful on the surface, but dark and venomous underneath-wasn't one

stomping her foot as she

supposed to be recovering from serious

the edge of the bed, not even glancing her way.

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