How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 264

Jarrod just watched Elodie in silence, saying nothing more.

His eyes, dark and unreadable, betrayed not the faintest hint of emotion.

There was a chill to him—aloof, almost indifferent.

Elodie had made her point clear and had no intention of lingering. She turned and headed straight for the door.

Passing by Sylvie, she didn’t even blink, her gaze fixed forward as she walked right past her without a glance.

Sylvie couldn’t help but frown.

She had no idea what Elodie was doing here.

But as she quickly gathered her thoughts, she guessed… Was it because Jarrod had, by some twist of fate, saved Elodie back at the Warwick estate? Had that given Elodie some misguided hope—some illusion that there was a chance left to cling to or something that could still be salvaged?

Sylvie found Elodie’s self-importance insufferable.

Especially women like her.

Women who kept an ambiguous relationship with Alexander, weighing her options, and now—what? Decided Jarrod was the better bet?

Still, Sylvie kept her thoughts to herself.

She didn’t bother asking Elodie why she’d come—it would be pointless anyway.

Instead, she walked over to the bed, assuming she had every right to do as she pleased. Without a second thought, she tossed the cheap breakfast Elodie had brought into the trash.

She poured Jarrod a glass of water. “Here, Jarrod. Have some water.”

Jarrod stared straight ahead, indifferent.

He paid no mind to the lonely breakfast lying in the bottom of the trash can.

Sylvie arched a brow, her expression unchanged. This was exactly what she’d expected.

Of course.

She’d always known it would be like this.

Elodie, in Jarrod’s life, was nothing but an ugly stain—useless, and impossible to ignore.

Otherwise, how could all those years Elodie spent with him not add up to what Sylvie had in just a few short months?

Jarrod’s affection for her was something Elodie could never hope to match.