How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 46

While Elodie sat nearby, squirming in her seat, Jarrod noticed immediately.

She kept glancing at him.

He turned to her in his usual unhurried manner and suddenly asked, "How are you settling in at the new company?"

Elodie pressed her lips together. "It's going well. I like my new job."

"So, The Silverstein Group must not have been a great fit for you after all."

Elodie frowned. The truth was, she'd never really belonged in The Silverstein Group's PR department. She'd only taken the job so she wouldn't drift so far from him, hoping it might help them grow closer.

But Jarrod had never cared what she wanted.

He didn't seem interested in her answer now, either. A notification popped up on the iPad beside him.

Almost reflexively, Jarrod flipped the iPad face-down on the table, as if to keep her from seeing.

Elodie understood the gesture instantly and quickly looked away.

Jarrod asked, "I have something urgent to take care of. Can you catch a cab to work?"

Though he phrased it like a question, it was clear he had no intention of driving her.

In fact—it was practically a dismissal.

Elodie hesitated only for a moment before replying calmly, "That's fine."

The question she'd wanted to ask never made it past her lips.

She didn't even ask why Jarrod had come back to their apartment last night. There must have been a specific reason; otherwise, he'd have spent the night with Sylvie.

Elodie climbed out of the car.

After last night's snow, the wind seemed to claw at her collar, sending a chill racing down her spine. She shivered.

The Bentley didn't linger, speeding away in the pale morning light.

Abandoned halfway to work, Elodie simply pulled her coat tighter, determined not to let a cold ruin her immune system any further. Bracing herself against the wind, she flagged down a cab to VistaLink Technologies.

At lunchtime, Elodie spent two hours in a conference room with Alexander and the engineering team, hashing out the wild idea she'd come up with the previous day.

By the end, Alexander was practically bouncing with excitement. Her proposal wasn't just feasible—it was groundbreaking.

They might well be on the verge of something revolutionary.

Elodie resolved to draft a detailed development plan as soon as possible.

Back in her office, her phone rang. Esmeralda was calling.

"Oh my god, I need to bleach my eyes! Why can't that woman just disappear already?!"

Esmeralda was fuming.