How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 816

Elodie Thorne was caught completely off guard.

For a moment, her pupils shrank with shock.

She didn't want to believe it, but those words twisted something sharp and painful in her chest.

"Watts Aldridge! What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Her voice, usually calm and collected, suddenly cut through the night with a fierce edge.

Gone was her polite pretense. The look she gave him was cold-so cold it could wound.

And that look only amused Watts more.

How much did Elodie hate him, to glare at him like that? Was a single sentence enough to push her this far?

He stepped closer, studying every flicker of emotion on her face in the shadows, almost savoring her reaction, as if he wanted to see her break as the truth landed. Word by word, he said, "You shouldn't be surprised. I'm telling you the truth. Why else do you think I kept you here?"

Elodie's clenched fists trembled, but her eyes remained hard, almost vicious.

Watts didn't care for that look, but he didn't let it bother him. He leaned in, bending down to meet her gaze. "Elodie, he's dead. He's gone for good. You need to move on."

For some reason, Watts was even smiling as he said it.

as

couldn't have been further

finally understand why Jarrod Silverstein had described

his ruthlessness-even the way

never let anything

you that afraid of him? Did you want him dead that

perfectly well she was jabbing

of survival were next to nothing. Whether

believe me." Watts watched her reddening eyes with a touch of

every word clearly: "Have you ever heard

Elodie frowned.

who ambushed you-Italy's most infamous crime family. Back when that useless Sylvie Fielding was still around she had a pretty

dread swept

the panic in her eyes and

think her

That's what he meant.

clicked

come here... was

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