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.

herself missing Elodie

had been so

embarrassment and an undefinable

thought about it, maybe she was just being petty. After all, they were

forced herself

Sooner or later, she'd be

to get

Jarrod took Elodie straight back to their apartment

little worried about

frowned at him. "Shouldn't you

even fully recovered and

faint outline of

shape than you think. No

at

thought he was terrible at looking after

The house

as he poured himself a glass of water. She watched him tilt his head back, his Adam's apple moving as he

asked abruptly,

the ring had supposedly been rushed by

gaze to meet hers, setting the glass down.

and more that this man was far more complicated than he let

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255