How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 304

Elodie couldn’t help frowning. She really disliked people making decisions behind her back.

Swiping her keycard, she got ready to go inside.

Just then, Jarrod, standing beside her, reached for the doorknob. As his fingers brushed the handle, he tapped it lightly—almost absentmindedly—before glancing over at her. His tone was casual but distant. “Your presentation today was solid. Well done.”

The compliment caught her off guard. Elodie paused, brow furrowing as she turned to look at him.

But Jarrod didn’t seem interested in further conversation. After saying his piece, he disappeared inside.

Elodie blinked, baffled. She couldn’t make sense of him—but honestly, she didn’t have the energy to bother.

She went in, set the flowers aside, took a shower, and, like clockwork, swallowed her daily medication.

Yet sleep eluded her. Restless, she opened her laptop and spent some time organizing her notes on the military project she’d been assigned.

Time slipped by unnoticed. By the time she rubbed her aching neck and finally decided to get some sleep, it was past eleven.

She’d barely sat down when a familiar ache began to twist in her abdomen.

Her body knew this pain far too well.

Instinctively, Elodie curled her knees to her chest, waiting for the wave to pass. Any trace of drowsiness vanished. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

After a long while, she lay down and closed her eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her body felt heavy and unsettled. She tossed and turned before giving up altogether.

She got out of bed and rummaged around for her swimsuit. If she couldn’t rest, maybe a soak in the herbal hot spring would ease the discomfort.