How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 78

Jarrod lowered his gaze to his phone, saying nothing.

Sylvie arched an eyebrow but didn't bother to explain herself.

Only Maurice clapped him on the shoulder. "She wouldn't dare."

Elodie's eyes were only for Jarrod. She would never, not in a million years, even think about betraying him.

Grady looked confused. "What do you mean?"

Maurice just smiled, leaving it at that.

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Alexander actually did have plans—he was meeting with a professor.

Before leaving, he fussed over her, reminding her, "The hotel restaurant's pasta and sushi are both excellent. Try them if you get the chance, and I'll bring you some candied fruit when I get back tonight."

Elodie couldn't help but laugh. "Alright."

After all these years, Alexander had always been attentive and thoughtful. He knew her likes and dislikes better than most.

Elodie was staying in an executive suite. After she finished unpacking, she found her mind wandering to Jarrod and his group.

This floor housed the executive suites; above them were the presidential suites.

Jarrod and Sylvie were probably staying upstairs, she guessed.

But she didn't dwell on it.

When lunchtime rolled around, Elodie took her phone and headed downstairs to eat.

The hotel's restaurant was upscale, all polished wood and soft lighting. She picked a table by the window and, dining alone, ordered just a plate of pasta and a bowl of soup.

When Jarrod and the others came down, they immediately spotted Elodie, sitting all by herself.

Most tables were busy with conversation and laughter, but she sat alone—impossible not to notice.

She looked so solitary.

Elodie noticed them too.

She paused for a moment, then lowered her gaze and continued with her meal.

She knew they didn't want her company. The whole situation was fraught and complicated; it was best to keep their distance and avoid any awkwardness.

Sylvie glanced at Elodie, then looked away, following Jarrod to their table.

Maurice raised his eyebrows at Jarrod. "Don't you think she looks a little pathetic over there, eating alone? Maybe we should invite her to join us?"

Sylvie paused, wiping her hands, and glanced at Jarrod.

Jarrod was studying the menu, expression cool and indifferent. "What do you all want to eat?"