How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 83

His eyes were cold and indifferent, his tone as flat as ever.

Yet Elodie felt her cheeks burning, her chest tight as if she'd taken a blow.

Jarrod's unhesitating choice had rendered her utterly insignificant in front of Sylvie.

He didn't care whether she'd worn the same dress by accident or on purpose.

Sylvie would always come first for him. He only cared about protecting Sylvie's image, never mind Elodie's embarrassment or discomfort.

"It's just a dress, Mr. Silverstein. This is hardly a big deal," Alexander said, his own expression less than pleasant. He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Elodie's shoulders. "Is that better?"

Only then did Elodie lower her gaze, taking a silent moment to steady her breath.

Jarrod glanced at Elodie without emotion. Alexander's jacket covered half the dress now, and Elodie didn't refuse his gentlemanly gesture.

"It's fine, really. It doesn't bother me," Sylvie spoke up first, gracefully turning to the side. "Jarrod, let's go find our seats."

She let the incident go with magnanimous ease.

Jarrod's gaze slid away from Elodie; he simply nodded. "Alright."

The two of them walked off together.

Alexander couldn't help but frown, giving Elodie's back a reassuring pat.

Elodie curled her fingers into her palm before shaking her head, voice soft. "I'm alright."

Of course, she couldn't exactly go and change now. And she didn't see why she should step aside for Sylvie's sake.

As Maurice was leaving, he glanced back at Elodie, unable to resist a word of warning. "Wearing the same dress doesn't matter, you know. Jarrod will always choose Sylvie."

Whether it's a dress or a career, it's the person that matters—not these trivial details.

Unfortunately, Elodie didn't understand that.

Maurice shrugged and walked away.

"Sylvie really knows how to work this crowd," Alexander scoffed. "She's got everyone so turned around, they don't know right from wrong anymore."

Elodie shook her head calmly. "It's not about right or wrong. It's about favoritism."

She'd married Jarrod under less-than-gracious circumstances; the misunderstandings and prejudices about her had never faded. Once, she'd tried to explain herself.

Now, she just didn't care anymore.

Alexander sighed quietly. Even as a bystander, he found it hard to bear. How must Elodie feel?