How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 222

A sleek Rolls-Royce Cullinan idled just ahead, and standing beside it was Jarrod.

His gaze flicked to Elodie, registering her presence without surprise. He coolly shifted his eyes away, settling instead on the space behind her.

The moment Sylvie emerged from the terminal and caught sight of Jarrod, a blush of delight touched her cheeks. She breezed right past Elodie, pretending not to notice her at all, and headed straight for Jarrod.

Alexander scowled. “So that’s why he didn’t show up with everyone else—he’s been here since early morning, waiting to pick someone up.”

He watched Jarrod and Sylvie with a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Honestly, with how inseparable they are, maybe they should just tie themselves together with a belt.”

Elodie pulled her coat tighter around her and acted as if she hadn’t seen the pair.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arrivals hall, Naylor Whitaker stepped out of the airport and noticed Jarrod and Sylvie together. He strolled over and greeted them. “Didn’t expect to see you here too, Mr. Silverstein.”

His gaze lingered on Sylvie for a moment, quickly piecing together that Jarrod was here for her.

Sylvie replied with her signature gentle smile. “Jarrod flew in yesterday for a meeting. He’s planning to stay with me until everything wraps up.”

Naylor found himself reevaluating their relationship yet again. For a man with a schedule as packed as Jarrod’s to drop everything and accompany Sylvie the entire time—there was no doubt how much he cherished her.

The conversation between the three flowed easily, laughter and warmth in the air.

Elodie paid them no mind. She checked the time on her phone.

The base had arranged a shuttle to take everyone to the hotel, and company executives and engineers were already boarding in small groups.

A harried staff member approached. “I’m so sorry—one of the cars broke down on the way, so we’re a vehicle short. The shuttle is full at the moment.”

Elodie glanced at the crowded van and was about to suggest she just call a cab when the staff member turned to Jarrod, hopeful. “Mr. Silverstein, would you mind giving Mr. Sterling and this young lady a ride?”

The request came out of nowhere and caught everyone off guard.

Sylvie’s eyes flashed, her expression tightening.

Truth was, only Jarrod and Naylor had driven themselves here. Naylor had already agreed to take an extra passenger.

Elodie’s brows knitted, and before Jarrod could say a word, she answered coolly, “That’s not necessary. We’ll make our own arrangements.”

Sylvie shot her a fleeting glance, as if finally acknowledging her existence.

Even Naylor found the situation absurd. What, were they really supposed to let Elodie squeeze into the car with Jarrod and Sylvie? That would be a disaster.

He couldn’t help himself—he grinned mischievously and tossed out a suggestion just to stir the pot. “Well, before Mr. Silverstein agrees to drive another woman, shouldn’t he check with his girlfriend, Ms. Fielding, to see if she gives permission?”

At that, Sylvie arched an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile curving her lips.

Alexander’s expression darkened. Since when did a wife need the mistress’s permission to ride in her own husband’s car? The world had turned upside down.

Jarrod, for his part, remained collected. His gaze lingered on Elodie, unreadable.

Elodie’s eyes flashed cold. “I don’t recall asking for help,” she said, her voice like frost. It was as if they were the ones desperate for Jarrod and Sylvie’s favor—what a joke.