How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 463

Naylor genuinely didn’t want Elodie to misunderstand him anymore.

He watched her closely, only letting out a quiet sigh of relief when he noticed she didn’t show any reaction at all.

To Elodie, whatever Naylor said simply didn’t matter. He was just another stranger—what he did was his own business, and she couldn’t care less.

So when Naylor finished speaking, Elodie didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she turned to Alexander. “Alex, let’s head inside.”

Alexander nodded, but not before shooting a sidelong glance at Naylor, whose expression had soured.

When someone causes trouble and hurt for others, regardless of right or wrong, an apology isn’t a magic eraser. Elodie had nothing to do with Naylor, yet he kept dragging her into his mess. Even if he tried to make amends, he had no right to demand her forgiveness. She wasn’t a doormat—no one is. Expecting her to let it all go without so much as a word was just wishful thinking.

Frankly, the fact that Elodie didn’t call him out was already saving him face.

Naylor felt a headache coming on.

He still hoped to work with VistaLink Technologies in the future. Whether for business reasons or out of genuine remorse, he wanted to set things right.

Today’s meeting was meant to be a straightforward discussion.

They’d outline the project’s needs and give each tech team a general concept to work from.

The real work would come later.

Sylvie, who had spotted Elodie as well, immediately understood—there was no way VistaLink Technologies would let this opportunity slip by.

Five tech teams had shown up for this meeting.

But Naylor and Alexander stood out among them.

Right now, Alexander was chatting with the team lead on the other side of the room.

Naylor had taken the seat next to Elodie. After a moment’s thought, Sylvie walked over to greet him. “Mr. Whitaker, is TerraCore Technologies providing the materials for this project?”

She didn’t care what Naylor had seen at that disastrous birthday party. In business, personal drama was irrelevant—what mattered was her competence.

Naylor looked up at Sylvie. He felt a strange sense of disconnect. He’d always thought Sylvie was the victim, but seeing her now…