How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 113

Queenie clung to Ivan's arm, but he just took a long drag from his cigarette and patted her on the head. "Enough, go inside and wait for the results. I'll finish my smoke and come find you."

She caught the careless, unmoved look on his face and knew he wasn't letting her get away with any games. Reluctantly, she tugged at his sleeve. "Alright, but don't take too long."

She'd smashed Ivan's favorite mug earlier, and when she saw his anger, she felt a strange mix of nervousness and sweetness. Instinctively, she faked a stomachache to defuse his temper.

Thankfully, after sweeping up the broken pieces, Ivan had taken her straight to the hospital.

His concern for her made it impossible for Queenie to admit she'd been faking.

Once Queenie disappeared toward the emergency room, Ivan finally turned his gaze in the direction Elodie had gone.

For a moment, he wondered:

Did Elodie see what just happened?

Would her eyes be red with anger again?

He scowled, tossed the cigarette aside, and strode off toward the parking lot.

Elodie had just unlocked her car and was about to get in when a hand appeared out of nowhere, slamming her door shut.

She looked up and saw Ivan, frowning instinctively.

He studied her calm expression, surprised there wasn't a hint of hurt in her eyes. He frowned again.

"See someone you know and not even say hello?" Ivan's tone was teasing.

Elodie pressed her lips together. She honestly hadn't expected Ivan to follow her.

"It's dark—I didn't see you." She spoke evenly, making an obvious excuse.

Ivan let out a short laugh. "Didn't see me, but ran off like you were being chased? You've been married before, haven't you? What's with the shy act—just because someone else got kissed?"

Elodie caught the bite in his words; everything he said seemed designed to sting.

She kept her composure. "Is there something you need?"