How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 134

Jarrod studied Elodie for a moment, his gaze thoughtful and a little distant. It was clear he was sizing up the situation, piecing things together in his mind. With a cool indifference, he finally looked away.

He turned his attention to Joseph and Ivan.

Elodie couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling left by that brief look from Jarrod—there was something about it she just couldn't name.

"What are you two doing here?" Joseph sounded genuinely surprised.

It was Sylvie who answered, her tone tinged with annoyance. "Maurice had something come up last minute. He specifically asked us to handle this. What happened?"

She shot a pointed glance at Elodie. Why was Elodie here again? Lately, their paths seemed to cross far too often.

Especially considering this was supposed to be their inner circle. Somehow, Elodie had slipped in, calm and unruffled as always.

Joseph felt a headache coming on. This was not how things were supposed to go. Trust Maurice to throw a wrench in the works.

Jarrod strode into the room, his steps long and purposeful. His brow furrowed as he asked, "Mr. Harcourt? What's going on here?"

Joseph frowned. How was he supposed to explain? Admit they'd gotten into it because of Elodie? That would only invite more questions.

Ivan's dark eyes flickered with a hidden emotion. He pulled Queenie close and replied with a lazy drawl, "Just a misunderstanding. A little scuffle, nothing serious."

He clearly had no intention of elaborating.

Jarrod's expression revealed nothing. "If that's all, then fine."

He didn't even bother to press further.

Elodie wasn't surprised by his attitude. There were probably plenty of people and things Jarrod cared about—but she definitely wasn't one of them.

Ivan, ever perceptive, seemed to pick up on Jarrod's indifference as well. He shot Elodie a sly, ambiguous look, then, with Sylvie by his side, completely ignored her presence.

How awkward.

Queenie broke the tension, turning to Sylvie with a quick, "I'll take Ivan to get his hand looked at. Let's catch up another time."