How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 363

Elodie’s expression didn’t waver. “Understood. You can go now.”

Jarrod finally leaned back in his chair, still maintaining his air of effortless elegance.

But he didn’t move.

Elodie frowned, glancing at him again. “Is there something else you want to discuss?”

The unspoken question hung between them—Why are you still here?

Jarrod cast her a sidelong glance, then checked his watch. “Since we’re already here, there’s no point in only going halfway through the motions.”

Elodie gave a wry little smile. “You’re worried I’ll change my mind about what I just agreed to, aren’t you?”

Afraid she’d only agreed to placate him, and would back out later?

Jarrod met her gaze, his lips barely moving, his tone light. “Yes. I don’t trust you’ll follow through.”

Elodie was past caring whether he trusted her or not.

She’d long gotten used to Jarrod’s nature—he rarely changed his mind once it was made up.

She simply looked away, not giving him another glance.

Jarrod, for his part, didn’t seem to care about her mood or her reaction. He didn’t find the quiet—now edging into awkward—at all uncomfortable.

Their business was finished, and neither made any effort to continue the conversation.

They might as well have been two strangers sharing the same waiting room.

Just like old times.

When Elias came downstairs, he caught sight of the two of them from a distance.

He paused on the steps, slowing to a halt.

He watched Jarrod and Elodie sitting together.

A flicker of weariness passed through his eyes.

He knew Jarrod, of course. The famous Mr. Silverstein of The Silverstein Group. The Silversteins and the Warwick family had known each other for generations.

He wasn’t exactly close to Jarrod, but still…

What was Jarrod doing here?

There was only one major surgery scheduled today—Emile’s transplant.

So…was Jarrod here waiting with Elodie for Emile?

Surprise flickered across Elias’s face.