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 Elodie and

today had

mix of embarrassment and an undefinable sense

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

herself

herself. Sooner

get worked

straight back to their apartment instead of

was still a little worried about Jarrod's

at him. "Shouldn't you be resting for a

recovered and was

off his coat. The faint outline

better shape than you think. No need to

momentarily at a loss for

thought he was terrible

Cara was off work. The house was empty

the kitchen as he poured himself a glass of water. She watched him tilt his head back,

asked abruptly, "What's the

she remembered right, the ring had supposedly been

setting the glass down.

down, feeling more and more that this man was far more complicated than

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