How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 545

“It’s fine, just sit over there,” Elodie said, gesturing to the far side of the room.

Without sparing Jarrod another glance, she turned and made her way to a seat by the window. Still, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling swirling in her mind.

She sat down.

Jarrod didn’t move or say a word.

Her suspicions only grew, but Elodie’s face remained perfectly composed.

Even if it was Jarrod, so what? After three years of marriage, what difference would it make—one more time or one less? Nothing would change. She was never the kind of woman to tie herself up in rules or emotional shackles.

“Are you cold? Do you want a jacket?” Watts glanced at her thin cardigan and, noting the chill in the sea air, pointed to his own coat. “If you don’t mind, you can wear mine.”

“No, I’m fine,” Elodie replied, giving Watts a puzzled look.

Her suspicions were confirmed.

Watts really did seem to be looking out for her, going above and beyond.

It was… odd.

But Watts didn’t push. He just let her be.

Elodie’s stomach was unsettled; she barely touched her food, choosing instead to sip a cup of warm honey water.

Halfway through, Watts excused himself to take a phone call.

Elodie pulled out her phone and messaged Esmeralda, telling her to come down for breakfast.

She had just hit send when someone slid into the seat across from her.

Patricia, bare-faced today but still striking, smiled warmly at Elodie, her gaze subtly scanning Elodie’s expression.

“How did you sleep last night?”

The question sounded awfully familiar.

Watts had asked her the same thing earlier.

“What time did you all finish up last night?” Elodie deflected, sidestepping the question.

Patricia arched a brow, resting her chin on one hand. “Sometime after three, I guess. I couldn’t sleep, so I just came down here.”

But Patricia was quick to steer the conversation back. “Actually, after you left yesterday, Watts was really worried about you—said you didn’t seem like yourself. So I told him your room number, and he went straight up to check on you.”

Elodie’s hand tightened ever so slightly around her mug.