How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 139

She was the only exception.

Lately, her appetite had been poor; even the slightest strong flavor was enough to make her nauseous.

But when she saw the concern in the old woman's eyes, Elodie forced herself to stifle the urge to retch, her face pale but determined.

"Jarrod, get Elodie something sweet to take away that bitter taste," the old lady instructed immediately.

Jarrod finally looked over. This time, he didn't object. Instead of reaching for the candy, he turned to Cara. "There's a jar of Mrs. Silverstein's dried cranberries in the small fridge in the kitchen. Bring it here, please."

Cara returned quickly and set the jar on the table.

Elodie's gaze landed on the dried fruit.

She'd always preferred sweet-and-tart flavors. She rarely snacked, but every now and then she'd buy a bag of dried fruit and stash it in the kitchen's mini-fridge.

She hadn't expected Jarrod to know that.

Not that it mattered anymore.

After a moment's hesitation, she moved over and sat down.

The old lady, picking up on the now-peaceful atmosphere, finally let out a satisfied smile. At least they weren't at each other's throats—feelings could be nurtured over time!

Yesterday, Elodie had arrived by cab, so once again her ride home had been arranged in Jarrod's car.

Today, however, the driver was behind the wheel.

Settling into the back seat, Elodie took out the research notes Professor Charlie had sent her a few days earlier. She read through them, annotating as she went.

She had no intention of making conversation with Jarrod beside her.

The way they interacted now was hardly different from how they'd always been.

The only real change: she no longer wasted warmth on his coldness.

So, the car was quiet.

Jarrod, for his part, seemed uninterested in small talk. But by chance, his eyes flicked over to Elodie's screen, catching a glimpse of the text.

"You read this kind of academic material?" he asked suddenly.