How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 460

Those words seemed to put Sylvie at ease. She smiled softly. “Thank you.”

Queenie winked at her. “You know, you could always do what I did—try having the baby first, then talk marriage.”

Sylvie blinked, glancing at Queenie’s still-flat stomach.

Queenie patted her belly, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “Ivan and I have been together for ages. If it weren’t for this baby, I doubt we’d be tying the knot anytime soon. Honestly, having a child is a great way to anchor a relationship.”

If it weren’t for this baby, Ivan probably wouldn’t have committed to marrying her—at least not yet.

But now, with the news that Elodie had already married Jarrod, Queenie felt strangely relieved. At least…

Her gaze flickered, but she let the thought drop.

Sylvie couldn’t help glancing over at Ivan. Anyone could see he wasn’t the kind of man easily tamed. Maybe Queenie was right—a baby really did seem like a good way to make him settle down.

“What are you two chatting about?” Maurice wandered over and noticed Sylvie gazing into her glass, lost in thought.

Queenie chuckled. “Girl talk. You wouldn’t understand.”

Sylvie looked up. “Did Jarrod say when he’s getting here?”

Maurice shrugged. “You know how busy he is. I checked up—most of your issues have smoothed over. Don’t stress about it.”

Sylvie said nothing.

Sure, the online mess was handled, but dealing with their various business partners was still tricky—today had proven that. Still, she didn’t complain. Complaining wouldn’t solve anything; she preferred to focus on fixing problems efficiently.

As for what others thought of her, that would just take time. Eventually, people would see where she stood in Jarrod’s life.

“Your paper’s about to be published, right? And with Mr. Ferguson consulting on the Neural Intelligence project, once it launches, none of this will matter. You’ve got the talent to get through it.” Maurice, ever the laid-back playboy, took things in stride.