How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 436

“Are you okay?”

Jarrod’s brow furrowed as he glanced at Elodie’s back, then slowly lowered his gaze to meet her eyes.

His strong arm was wrapped around her waist, firm yet not overbearing. The warmth of his body seemed to seep right through the fabric, sinking deep beneath her skin. The scent of his cologne enveloped her completely, almost suffocating in its intensity. For a moment, Elodie felt as though she’d been thrown right back into those three years she’d tried so hard to forget.

Around them, the air buzzed with cheers and laughter.

Someone even called out, “Kiss her! Get married!”

Elodie’s lips pressed into a thin line.

In that instant, she steadied herself, planting her palm against Jarrod’s chest and pushing him away with more force than she intended.

The space between them snapped open.

Her expression remained perfectly composed; even though irritation simmered beneath the surface, she wouldn’t let it show—not at Steene’s beautiful wedding.

She clutched the bouquet in one hand, the phone in the other. Glancing at Jarrod with cool indifference, Elodie tossed the bouquet neatly into his arms. “If Mr. Silverstein needs it so badly, he can have it.”

She didn’t bother to look at the expression on Jarrod’s face.

Raising the phone back to her ear, she turned on her heel and walked away from the open lawn to continue her call with Galen.

After all, Galen was still working late, crunching numbers for her. She wanted him to finish up and get some rest.

Their conversation lasted nearly ten minutes.

By the time Elodie returned, the bouquet toss was long over.

Guests milled around the venue—chatting, sipping champagne, posing for pictures with the bride and Steene.

When she reached her table, Alexander looked up. “All sorted?”

Elodie nodded. “They ran into some issues with the test data earlier, but we’ve made a few adjustments.”

Someone came by to remind them to take a photo with the bride.

Elodie and Alexander rose from their seats.