How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 157

Maurice was the first to notice Elodie. He arched an eyebrow but still offered a greeting. "What a coincidence."

Elodie spared him only a fleeting glance before taking Esmeralda by the arm and steering her away.

Clearly, she had no intention of engaging.

Maurice had never liked her much—his past attitude toward her had always been tinged with contempt. Out of respect for Jarrod, she used to swallow her pride, but now, there was no reason for her to keep up the pretense.

As for Esmeralda, she had even less interest in acknowledging Grady. The two of them ignored the men completely, not even pretending to be polite.

Maurice was a little surprised by this, though not offended.

Elodie's temperament had grown sharper lately.

Was this her new tactic for winning Jarrod over?

On New Year's Eve, she hadn't even bothered bringing them the usual hangover remedy. Jarrod had guessed right after all.

"Don't you think Elodie's gotten a bit arrogant?" Grady muttered, frowning in confusion. "It's like she doesn't even see us anymore."

Maurice found himself at a loss.

Was Elodie just trying a different approach to get attention, or was something else going on?

She really had started treating them as if they didn't matter.

"I don't think so," Maurice said, shaking his head. "She's always been devoted to Jarrod—she wouldn't be stupid enough to deliberately get on our bad side. She's probably just trying some new way to catch his eye."

He waved it off, deciding it wasn't worth dwelling on.

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Maybe it was the morning's radiation treatment, but Elodie was already starting to feel drained after only a short time in heels.

Esmeralda quickly noticed something was off and steered her to the lounge area. "Sit here and rest for a bit. I'll go find Fergus for you."

Elodie nodded in agreement.

She really wasn't feeling up to much tonight.

Esmeralda drifted off to mingle on her own, while Elodie glanced at her watch, mentally calculating when she needed to take her medication. She reached into her purse just as someone stepped in front of her.

"What are you doing over here?" Ivan's voice was sharp, his frown making it clear she wasn't exactly welcome.