How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 73

Elodie glanced over, her eyes catching on something she wasn't meant to see.

As Jarrod helped his grandmother steady herself, Elodie's gaze landed, just for a moment, on his crisp white shirt collar—and there it was, a faint smudge of brownish lipstick.

She looked away immediately, heart skipping.

Before Jarrod and Sylvie got back from shopping together…

Had they been kissing?

Or—

Was it something more?

No wonder Jarrod seemed to be in such a good mood—

Turns out he'd just come back from a little romantic escapade.

"You two stand together—Elodie, link your arm with his." His grandmother's cheerful voice snapped Elodie out of her thoughts.

She didn't ask questions.

What good would it do? She'd only be humiliating herself.

Best to pretend she hadn't seen a thing.

When Elodie glanced up, she saw the old woman holding up her phone, beaming at the sight of the handsome pair. "Let me take a few photos. I'll send them to your great-aunt."

Elodie hadn't expected her first photo with Jarrod to happen like this.

"Whatever makes you happy," Jarrod replied, not refusing, which took Elodie by surprise.

Then again, in the past, when she'd suggested a photo together, he'd never shown any interest. Now that his grandmother was asking, he had to go along with it.

As for linking arms with Jarrod…

Elodie stood still.

Jarrod shot her a thoughtful glance but didn't press the issue, checking his watch twice with an air of impatience.

With a little huff of exasperation, his grandmother stepped forward and hooked Elodie's arm through Jarrod's. "There! That's better. Now both of you, smile!"

Elodie could feel the solid muscle beneath her palm, but she looked calmly at the camera.

Neither of them smiled. Their expressions were cool, almost distant.

After a few failed attempts at coaxing a smile from them, the old woman gave up and just snapped away anyway.

She grew more delighted as she went, taking photo after photo until Jarrod finally dropped his arm.