How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 791

Esmeralda understood what was going on.

Her eyes dimmed, a faint bitterness welling up inside her.

Fleming glanced at Lucy. “How are you getting home?”

Lucy smiled. “The driver’s waiting—I’ll get a ride, don’t worry about me.”

At that, Elodie realized Fleming was probably planning to spend the evening with Esmeralda.

She turned to Esmeralda, who clenched her fists a little, trying to steady her nerves.

Elodie felt a twinge of concern. She reached out and ruffled Esmeralda’s hair, murmuring, “Whatever you feel tonight, figure it out for yourself before you say anything. The two of you need to talk.”

Whether it turned out well or not, only Esmeralda could truly sense it. Even if she, as an outsider, could see Fleming wasn’t exactly enthusiastic, Esmeralda’s feelings ran deep—no amount of advice could smooth them over.

Esmeralda only half understood.

Alexander stepped forward. Noticing the hope flickering on Esmeralda’s face, his gaze softened. In the end, all he said was, “If you need anything, call me, all right?”

Esmeralda waved him off. “I know, you don’t have to treat me like a kid.”

Alexander left it at that, his eyes briefly sweeping over Fleming before he walked away.

Jarrod, unconcerned with anyone but Elodie, simply took her wrist and led her outside as the group dispersed.

Elodie glanced at his profile, wanting to ask him something—but held back.

—

They watched Elodie and the others leave, the group making their way to the door.

Lucy hadn’t gotten into her car yet.

Adrian, who’d known Fleming for years, bumped his shoulder and grinned, glancing at Esmeralda. “Hey, keeping a fiancée secret from us? That’s a new low, man.”

Heath chimed in, “Yeah, pretty cold of you. Didn’t even think to introduce us?”

Fleming looked completely uninterested in the topic.

Lucy laughed it off. “You know my brother—he’s always so reserved.”

Heath shook his head in mock disbelief. “He’s not reserved with you. Spoils you rotten.”

Lucy lowered her gaze, smiling quietly, not denying it.

Standing off to the side, Esmeralda suddenly felt strangely out of place.

She realized just how close everyone was to Lucy—how naturally she fit into Fleming’s world.

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