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?"

glare. "Are you trying to make your recovery take even longer? The doctor said you're not supposed

his lips deepening,

just wanted to help you pack. Does that count as 'strenuous activity' now?" Elodie was momentarily speechless, staring at

in mock realization. "Wait, is that what you meant? Were you

to be

as if trying to soothe her. "Maybe you should try to hold back

you really can't help yourself, I guess I could make

Elodie: "..."

teasing her, but

desperate to brush past him

get the upper hand

move past him, but he didn't let go of her hand. "No need to head back to your apartment. Everything you need

toward the

shot him a sidelong glare but let herself be

had its own spacious walk-in closet. When she'd moved out of their marital

have thrown her things out by now, but as she stepped inside, she saw everything neatly arranged, just as she'd left

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