How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 796

Elodie couldn't help but look at him, puzzled.

Jarrod closed the door behind him and strode over without a word. He plucked the bag from her hands before she could react.

She reached out to snatch it back but was too slow. Frowning, she demanded, "Jarrod, what are you doing?"

Ignoring her irritation, Jarrod set the bag aside and took hold of her wrist. "Come with me. To the master bedroom."

Elodie's mind immediately jumped to a suspicious conclusion, and she shot him a wary look. "You're not thinking-"

She stopped herself, pressed her lips together, and said firmly, "I have to pack. Don't start with your nonsense. I'm not in the mood for distractions."

Especially not now.

He was still recovering, after all.

She certainly wasn't about to let him get away with anything reckless.

Only then did Jarrod pause. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he stepped closer, feigning innocence. “Nonsense? What's the problem? Is that not allowed between husband and wife?"

a warning glare. "Are you trying to make your recovery take even longer? The

gazed at her, the curve of his lips deepening, laughter

as 'strenuous activity' now?"

just occurred to him, his eyes widened in mock realization. "Wait, is that what you meant? Were you thinking I was talking about, you know... marital exercise? Ms. Thorne, what exactly is going on

be doing this on

and gently patted her on the head, as if trying to soothe

grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes. "But if you really can't help yourself, I guess I could make the sacrifice and join

Elodie: "..."

ears. She knew perfectly well he was teasing her, but there was no way

to brush past him and

never could get the upper hand

but he didn't let go of her hand. "No need to

led her toward

glare but let

moved out of their marital home

out by now, but as she stepped inside, she saw everything neatly arranged,

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