How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 227

There was no hint of pretense in Alexander’s expression; he asked his question as if it had simply followed from the conversation.

Sylvie frowned slightly, masking her reaction. She couldn’t understand why Alexander always seemed so protective of Elodie, unwilling to hear even the smallest criticism of her. Now, he’d gone so far as to turn the criticism back on her and Jarrod.

What ulterior motives?

Naylor glanced at the pair—Sylvie and Jarrod seemed so close, it was obvious they were headed for marriage.

Alexander’s tone was perfectly genuine. “Mr. Silverstein, have you two set a date yet? I imagine your family must be quite pleased with Ms. Fielding?”

Elodie stayed silent.

She knew exactly what Alexander was doing: he couldn’t stand to see her mistreated and was determined to return the favor. After all, Henrietta only acknowledged her as Jarrod’s wife now; otherwise, Jarrod would never have insisted on such a draconian divorce agreement.

Alexander feigned surprise. “You haven’t introduced her to your family yet? What’s the holdup?”

Even Naylor looked surprised. In his eyes, Sylvie was outstanding, and their relationship seemed stable—surely meeting the parents and making things official was only a matter of time.

Sylvie glanced up at Jarrod, lips pressed together, saying nothing.

Jarrod’s face barely changed; he gave a small, polite smile. “That’s a private matter, but thank you for your concern, Mr. Sterling.”

He clearly had no intention of elaborating.

Alexander’s pointed question seemed to bounce right off him—Jarrod was utterly unflappable.

Only then did Alexander’s smile fade a little. Of course he could tell: Jarrod was still protecting Sylvie’s reputation, making sure no one could accuse her of being the ‘other woman.’

Elodie had no interest in the topic. She knew Jarrod would eventually introduce Sylvie to the Silversteins. That was his choice, and none of her concern.

She turned to Alexander. “You two go ahead—I’m heading up to my room.”

Everyone had already exchanged greetings. It was their first day in Goldspire, just time for introductions; the real work and site visits would begin in the following days.

Elodie left first, not bothering with the rest of the reception.

Haywood emerged from the crowd, hoping to catch up with Elodie for another conversation, but she was already gone. He felt a pang of disappointment. He’d had the sense that Elodie might share some valuable technical insights with him—

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