How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 627

“…?”

Jarrod was already out the door.

Elodie walked over to lock up behind him, but as she glanced through the peephole, she saw Jarrod striding confidently across the hall—heading straight for the apartment opposite hers.

He opened the door, stepped inside, and shut it behind him in one seamless motion.

No lingering, no drama.

Elodie stood at her door for a moment, taken aback.

Jarrod lives across the hall?

Is he out of his mind?

He has a mansion—why would he choose this cramped, “humble” apartment instead?

Just to keep up appearances with his grandmother? Was all that effort really necessary?

She only mulled it over for a moment. Whatever Jarrod wanted to do with his life was his own business. She had no right to interfere.

Still, he had been acting… off today.

But in the end, Jarrod’s injuries were because of her.

She hated owing anyone.

When she finished making dinner, Elodie hesitated for a moment, then packed an extra portion into a thermal container. She walked over and left it at his door, gave a polite knock, and slipped back into her own apartment without waiting for him to answer.

—

The next morning.

Elodie was up bright and early. It was impossible not to notice the apartment across the hall as she left.

Having Jarrod right next door now—it was odd, no matter how she tried to ignore it.

But the thermal container from last night was gone. He’d taken it in.

She glanced once, then looked away, tightening her grip on her bag as she hurried down the stairs.

When she arrived at VistaLink Technologies, Alexander Sterling had just gotten there as well.

Not only was Elodie preparing to join a new department at the research base, but VistaLink Technologies also had a project in the works. There were bidding negotiations to be handled, and the proposal preparations were a mountain of work.

For nearly ten days straight, Elodie barely had a moment to breathe, sometimes sleeping at her desk just to keep up.