How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 461

Jarrod didn’t pursue the previous topic with Ivan any further.

As soon as he spotted Queenie, he strode into the private room without another word.

Ivan glanced at Queenie. “What are you doing out here?”

Queenie slipped an arm around his waist. “What were you two talking about just now?”

He looked down at her. “Do you really want to know?”

She hadn’t expected Ivan to be so blunt—her smile faltered for a moment.

But Ivan had no intention of elaborating. He just gave her back a gentle pat. “I’m going out for a smoke.”

As he slipped from her embrace, Queenie held back the question that was burning on her tongue.

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The moment Jarrod entered, Sylvie noticed him right away and waved. “Jarrod, over here.”

He met her gaze and made his way over.

Maurice was chatting with Sylvie. When he saw Jarrod approach, he said, “Took some effort to get you out here. Did you talk things through with Elodie? I think maybe you should have a word with her—try to keep her from saying anything that could damage Sylvie’s reputation.”

After all, once the news broke, plenty of people would be reaching out to Elodie for the inside scoop.

Jarrod took a seat, his expression calm. “She won’t talk.”

Sylvie looked at him, gratitude flickering in her eyes. “Thank you, Jarrod. I know you’ve gone out of your way for me.”

Frankly, if it hadn’t been for that so-called “proposal,” things wouldn’t have gotten so out of hand that day.

“It’s nothing,” Jarrod replied, his tone light. “How have you been these past couple of days? Any trouble?”

Sylvie hesitated, then shook her head. “Nothing I can’t handle. Don’t worry about me.”

She knew there would be obstacles, but she was determined to prove herself.