How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 864

The business trip was arranged so suddenly that Elodie was completely baffled. She was just a junior in the PR department; what kind of work could possibly connect her to Jarrod?

Her suspicion grew when she stood in front of the car. "We're driving?"

All that way, by car?

Jarrod, dressed in a casual dark outfit instead of his usual suit, placed their luggage in the trunk. His expression was perfectly calm. "Yes. We'll be scouting some locations along the way."

Elodie felt something was off, but the big boss had spoken. What right did she have to question him?

She got into the car, still doubtful.

Jarrod handed her a pair of sunglasses. "Put these on if the sun gets in your eyes."

Elodie glanced at them and noticed they were the same model as the ones hanging from his shirt collar.

Her heart skipped a beat. "Did you buy these specially?"

"They were a bulk purchase."

"..."

So much for that. She fell silent.

But the idea of a road trip to their destination still bothered her. After hesitating, she finally asked, "Are you sure you have the stamina for this?"

Jarrod glanced at her, a strange look in his eyes. "What exactly are you questioning?"

"..." Elodie realized her words could be misinterpreted and quickly stammered, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I just got my license a month before graduation, so my probationary period isn't even over. If you get tired from the long drive, I can't take over for you."

Jarrod saw the tips of her ears turn red. She was so easy to tease; he hadn't even really started.

He turned the steering wheel, a slight smile playing on his lips as he checked the rearview mirror. "If I start driving drowsy, we'll just end up in a ditch together. We'll leave it up to fate."

Elodie swallowed. "..."

How was she supposed to close her eyes now? She'd have to stay on guard even if she was dead tired.

Jarrod stared ahead nonchalantly. "A kiss from you might do the trick."

Elodie thought she had misheard him. Was that something he would say?

Jarrod glanced at her lazily. "Or you could drive."

He was, of course, just teasing her. He wasn't tired or sleepy at all. He just found her array of expressions amusing.

He was about to smile when a shadow fell over him. A fresh scent filled the air as a pair of soft lips unexpectedly landed on the corner of his mouth.

His pupils dilated slightly. Before he could savor the taste, Elodie had already pulled back. It lasted only a second.

Jarrod's grip on the steering wheel tightened. His Adam's apple bobbed as he calmly turned to look at her.

Elodie sat bolt upright, the tips of her ears burning red, her expression deadly serious. "Drive safely, Mr. Silverstein."