How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 544

Elodie’s thoughts drifted back to the present.

Only then did she glance to the side and notice Watts standing right next to her, eyeing her with mild curiosity, leaning in just a bit.

“You’re up early,” he remarked. He looked freshly showered, still energized from his workout, and had clearly caught her lost in thought.

Elodie hesitated for a split second after hearing his voice.

She looked up at him. “Where did you go?”

Watts gestured vaguely. “There’s a gym downstairs. I went for a run—about an hour.”

“You get up this early just to exercise?” Elodie glanced at the clock. It was barely seven.

He watched her for a moment before a slow, easy smile crossed his face. “Sometimes a good workout is the only thing that clears my head.”

The words hung there.

Watts’ lips curled slightly at the edges, his gaze lingering on her face. Neither of them spoke; the air between them grew quietly charged.

“Did you sleep well last night?” he asked at last.

Elodie nodded, a little uncertainly. “I’m just not used to being on a boat.”

“We’ll be docking in just over an hour. Hang in there. Want to grab some breakfast first?” Watts checked the time, his tone gentler now.

Elodie had actually been planning to eat anyway.

She really, truly hated alcohol.

Her body and mind rejected it entirely.

Over the years, she’d taken care to avoid situations where drinking was expected. Even the slightest bit burned her stomach; and if her body didn’t metabolize it quickly, she’d break out in hives—nothing too serious, but enough to make her miserable.

She just wanted something hot to settle her stomach.

As for last night…

Her memory was spotty.

Faces and details blurred. The whole thing was a haze.

She only remembered one thing with any clarity.

She’d been the one who made the first move.

She’d reached out first.

That fact alone made everything feel complicated.

She honestly didn’t understand what had possessed her, as if something inside her had snapped.