How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 63

Queenie noticed Elodie and greeted her warmly. "Come join us. After all, we're all family here."

It made sense—technically, Queenie was Elodie's sister-in-law.

Ivan arched an eyebrow. "Well, my wife has spoken. Mr. Sterling, care to join us?"

Alexander glanced at Elodie.

She knew it would be awkward to refuse now, so she nodded at him.

They all took their seats.

Jarrod and Sylvie sat together on one side, Ivan and Queenie practically inseparable beside them. Elodie hesitated for a moment, unsure where to sit. Before she could decide, Mr. Ableson and another executive had already settled across from Ivan's group.

With no other option, Elodie sat opposite Jarrod and Sylvie.

Sylvie glanced at Elodie, her gaze lingering a moment longer than usual.

She had noticed Elodie's thoughtful hesitation. From the moment Elodie changed jobs and started working with Alexander, it had seemed inevitable that their paths would cross with hers and Jarrod's.

Was this Elodie's way of taking the long way around for her own goals?

The heavyweights at the table soon launched into a discussion about technology projects.

Elodie had no intention of joining in. She quietly focused on her meal.

That's when she learned that Jarrod and Ivan had only just signed the contract for their collaboration today—it was a fresh deal.

Yet, with such a major project, so full of confidential details, Jarrod didn't seem to be holding anything back from Sylvie anymore.

Was he trying to nurture Sylvie's growth, or had he already decided that she was his future Mrs. Silverstein?

Just then, the restaurant manager himself arrived with specialty drinks prepared by the chef as a gesture of hospitality.

The bottles were passed around the table.

There were three left: one mango juice, two coconut waters.

Elodie didn't care for the taste of coconut and reached for the mango juice.

But Jarrod was quicker. He placed the mango juice in front of Sylvie.

Sylvie smiled, her eyes crinkling. "You always remember what I like. You're the thoughtful one."

Elodie's hand stilled midair.