How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 206

Elodie was caught off guard by his words, frozen in place for a split second.

She cast him a cool glance, noticing that beneath Jarrod’s laid-back gaze, there was a flash of sharpness—something quietly probing.

“A grown woman, and you still can’t take care of yourself?” Jarrod looked at her, the corner of his mouth curling in a faint, ambiguous smile.

The comment was odd—somewhere between concern and mockery, tinged with a subtle hint of derision.

Elodie didn’t bother to guess what was going through his mind.

“Don’t trouble yourself.” She turned to leave, but then suddenly remembered—her old laptop was still sitting in her study, broken and forgotten. She paused, then asked, “I need to grab something from the other room. Is that alright?”

Jarrod was already at the kitchen island, pouring himself a glass of water. “What do you need?”

“My laptop.”

He paused, searching his memory, and then seemed to recall.

“I think I threw it out.”

Her expression shifted. “That belonged to me.”

“Want me to have someone dig it back out for you?” Jarrod’s eyes flicked to her now-stubborn look, his tone casual and unreadable.

She couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.

But Elodie could feel the condescension in his words.

He’d just bought back the house, and already he was tossing out her things? Apparently, he couldn’t wait a single moment to get rid of anything that belonged to her.

She barely used that laptop—there was nothing important on the hard drive—but still, Jarrod’s habit of making decisions without asking her grated on her nerves.

She pressed her lips together, tension flickering and fading from her posture. “Forget it. I’ll leave you to it.”

“It’s late. Let me drive you,” Jarrod offered, his gentlemanly manners unbroken.

Elodie checked the time, not bothering to look back. “No, thanks. I’ll walk.”

But Jarrod had already slipped on a different jacket and was heading her way, hand outstretched for the car keys.

Elodie opened her mouth, ready to refuse him firmly.

Before she could speak, his phone buzzed.