How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 188

He was on a video call.

Sylvie's melodious laughter drifted through the air—it sounded like their conversation had been going smoothly. "Alright, I'll wait for you," she said.

Suddenly, Jarrod's steps slowed. He looked up and spotted Elodie sitting quietly across the room. His expression didn't change; he lowered his gaze and said into the phone, "I have company. Let's talk later."

The word "company" carried no special meaning for Elodie.

But she was starting to feel uncertain.

If Jarrod had just finished a meeting, he wouldn't be on a video call with Sylvie so quickly.

Judging by the easy tone between them, it was clear they'd been chatting for a while.

So maybe Jarrod had wrapped up his meeting some time ago, but got caught up talking to Sylvie, forgetting that Elodie was still waiting for him.

He ended the call and strode into the room.

"Have Albin come in," Jarrod instructed, then finally took a seat across from Elodie. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Mr. Silverstein, you should really work on your sense of time," Elodie replied, glancing at her watch, a trace of irritation in her eyes.

Jarrod noticed.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, his eyes darkening. After a brief pause, he gave a noncommittal chuckle.

Then he called for Keith. "Bring Elodie a cup of herbal tea."

Keith glanced at the untouched coffee in front of Elodie, hesitated as if he wanted to say something, then simply nodded. "Of course."

Elodie remained motionless—neither polite nor talkative.

When Albin entered, he found the two of them sitting in silence.

Jarrod was staring thoughtfully at Elodie.

Albin cleared his throat, pulling out a contract. "Ms. Thorne, good to see you again."

Elodie nodded in greeting.

Albin opened the folder. "Just sign here, and on the other copies as well."

Having spent years in PR, Elodie was no stranger to contracts. She double-checked the document and, finding nothing amiss, signed her name.

"Thank you, Albin," she said politely as she stood.

Albin smiled. "It's no trouble at all."