How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 234

In that moment, Elodie paused to think.

This hotel was owned by The Silverstein Group, managed directly by Mrs. Lucinda Silverstein herself. As the head of the family, Jarrod naturally had some authority here as well.

So, was it Jarrod who had arranged for the flowers to be delivered?

But then again, they were about to finalize their divorce in just a matter of days. Their marriage was coming to an end. Sending flowers on an occasion like this seemed oddly out of place.

“Did you need something?” Elodie asked, standing by the door. Her tone was calm and polite, but she made no move to invite Jarrod in. She didn’t even mention the bouquet sitting so prominently inside.

Jarrod looked down at her cool, detached expression, studying her for a moment before finally speaking. “My grandmother called me.”

Just that, nothing more.

Elodie instantly understood. Of course. Mrs. Silverstein was probably worried and had called Jarrod to check up on what day it was, or whether the two of them were really together.

“Just tell her whatever you want,” Elodie replied evenly.

Jarrod nodded toward the hotel. “She knows we’re both staying at the Goldspire. She wants us to video call her together later.”

Elodie considered this for a moment and finally agreed. “Alright.”

They’d kept up this charade for a year and signed the agreement; there were certain rules she hardly needed Jarrod to remind her of anymore.

She turned away, heading back inside.

Jarrod followed, strolling in at his own pace.

He glanced around the room and immediately noticed the bouquet sitting on the sofa—so eye-catching, and yet, so clearly ignored.

His gaze skimmed over it without comment.

He didn’t mention the flowers, nor did he bring up Elodie’s birthday.

By the time Jarrod reached the coffee table, Elodie had already swept up her handwritten notes and laptop, clearing everything away in record time.

She didn’t say a word, but her wariness was obvious.

Jarrod respected her unspoken wishes and waited a short distance away until she’d finished putting everything away.

When she was done, he raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing and ambiguous. “Nothing left that I’m not allowed to see?”

Elodie glanced back, sensing that there was a double meaning hidden in his words—half-joking, half-mocking.

Jarrod added with a careless shrug, “Mind if I sit down?”

“Suit yourself,” Elodie replied.