How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 54

She didn't pay it any mind.

Throughout the meal, Alexander was attentive to Elodie—handing her ingredients, passing her various skewers, even using scissors to cut her steak into bite-sized pieces. Whenever she needed a napkin, he'd have one ready before she could even ask.

Everyone at the table noticed his care.

He was practically doting on her.

Even Sylvie raised her eyebrows, shooting Alexander a few extra glances, then eyeing Elodie with mild curiosity.

What was so special about Elodie that Alexander treated her like this?

Most people at the table caught on to the situation.

Jarrod, for his part, remained perfectly impassive, his cool demeanor giving nothing away. It was as if he was completely oblivious.

Maurice took a swig of beer, smirked, and leaned in to murmur to Jarrod and the others, "Elodie's not as innocent as she looks. She's clearly using Mr. Sterling to get your attention."

"She's pulling out all the stops to show she's popular with men—classic tactics to win a guy back," Maurice teased, a crooked grin on his lips.

Sylvie let out a soft, barely-there laugh, clearly amused.

Whether Jarrod heard or not, he gave no sign. He didn't spare a single glance in Elodie's direction, ignoring her completely.

Joseph, however, frowned ever so slightly.

Maurice went on, "Honestly, Elodie's pretty enough, but it's a shame about her character. If she hadn't pulled that shady stuff back then, who knows where she'd be now?"

"And she's so dull, never jokes around—a total bore."

"Your food's getting cold. Aren't you going to eat?" Joseph suddenly cut in, handing Maurice two skewers of grilled beef.

The interruption shifted Maurice's attention back to the barbecue.

Meanwhile, Jarrod looked over at Alexander, who was pouring Elodie a glass of orange juice, and struck up a conversation. "VistaLink Technologies is really making a name for itself lately. I heard you've signed several new contracts, Mr. Sterling?"