How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 155

Even Elodie, with her usual composure, couldn't help but feel a flash of surprise—and annoyance—at Naylor's words.

She genuinely didn't understand why he seemed to hold her in such contempt.

"Mr. Whitaker, have I offended you?" Elodie didn't dodge the issue. She looked him straight in the eye, her tone direct and calm.

Her gaze was as cold as winter frost, but her voice never lost its steady, even keel.

No sharp retorts. No raised voice.

But Naylor didn't attribute her calm to a good temperament; in his mind, Elodie was simply too guilty to confront him openly. After all, he'd seen her with his own eyes—her so-called "seductive" behavior.

"No, Ms. Thorne, you and I barely know each other. There's no question of offense."

Elodie frowned.

Then where was all this baseless accusation coming from?

Alexander's expression darkened as well. He'd always thought Naylor was a man of substance—sharp instincts in business, tough but fair, and with the backing of his influential family. Alexander had, until now, respected him.

But this?

Naylor's disdain for Elodie was hardly subtle.

"And what exactly makes you see Elodie this way, Mr. Whitaker?" Alexander's polite smile had turned icy. "For a gentleman, your attitude toward a young woman seems a bit… lacking in courtesy, don't you think?"

Lacking courtesy? That was putting it mildly. It bordered on outright insult.

Naylor, seeing Alexander so openly defending Elodie, couldn't help but scowl. What on earth did Elodie have besides good looks? How could she have Alexander, of all people, so thoroughly wrapped around her finger?

"Don't take it personally, Mr. Sterling. Chalk it up to thoughtlessness on my part—I'd hate for this to affect our friendship or business relationship."

In his mind, Alexander would hardly make a fuss over a junior assistant. They were both businessmen; they knew where their true interests lay.