How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 793

Fleming's frown deepened. "Alright, you two handle it for now."

He hung up and looked up, meeting Esmeralda's stiff, uncertain expression.

His lips pressed into a thin line as he watched her for a few seconds. "Sorry, something urgent just came up. I've already reserved our table. You can call your friend to keep you company."

Esmeralda hardly had a moment to process this.

Fleming had already snapped his seatbelt into place, pressed the gas, and sped off, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him.

She stared after his car for a long moment.

Finally, she blinked, shrugged her shoulders as if to reassure herself, and muttered, "Alright then."

Left alone, Esmeralda glanced around, feeling a little lost.

Her stomach growled. She thought, Well, I'm here already-why make things harder for myself?

With a sigh, she walked inside, found their table, and ordered a few dishes.

The food looked appetizing enough, but every bite tasted bland, as if she were chewing wax.

Her posture, so straight before, suddenly slumped. With a piece of foie gras stuffed in her cheek, she sat there, looking somewhat forlorn.

missing

today had been

embarrassment and an undefinable

was just being

herself to chew

she told herself. Sooner or

get worked up

straight back to their

still a little worried about Jarrod's

at him. "Shouldn't you

fully recovered and

his coat. The faint outline of bandages was

you think. No need

was momentarily at

worried-she just thought he was terrible at looking

this hour, Cara was off work. The house was

kitchen as he poured himself a glass of water. She watched

moment, she asked abruptly, "What's the deal

the ring had supposedly been rushed by some random

to meet hers, setting the glass down. "It's just like you

this man was far more complicated than he let on. All these years, he'd never let

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