How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 592

No matter how you looked at it, Jarrod had saved her tonight.

Elodie wasn’t stingy with her gratitude. At least, she shouldn’t be.

Still…

She frowned slightly, unable to shake her surprise at the way Jarrod had treated Sylvie.

Jarrod turned the car around, glancing at her with those deep-set eyes, his tone unhurried, “You don’t have to thank me.”

For a moment, silence swallowed the car again.

Elodie knew Jarrod had rescued her tonight—and, in a way, punished Sylvie and her friends. He’d done her a favor. But that was only one side of it.

Business was business.

Whether or not Jarrod genuinely wanted to help her didn’t matter. In the end, tonight’s incident was between Jarrod and Sylvie, the fallout from their own issues. Elodie had just been caught in the crossfire.

She didn’t see why she should shoulder any blame or let her thoughts run wild. After all, Jarrod had never really shared what he was thinking.

She owed him her thanks, and that would be enough.

“Do you need directions?” she asked, noting how far they still were from her apartment complex.

Neither of them seemed interested in picking up the earlier conversation.

Eyes fixed on the road, Jarrod’s face was half lost in shadow. “No need. I know the way.”

Elodie shot him a curious look but let it drop, not in the mood to push.

Tonight felt strangely as if nothing had happened at all.

As they neared her building, the question finally slipped out, “How did you end up in that part of town tonight, anyway?”

Right place, right time—he’d saved her from a tough spot.

Jarrod glanced her way, parking smoothly at the curb. “Are you genuinely curious, or is that just small talk?”

What kind of question was that?