How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 698

The next morning.

Elodie was up at dawn.

Her submission of the material data had finally been approved. At the last minute, she was informed that Jarrod’s team would be running a live trial of the materials in the hangar—a new step that hadn’t been part of the process before. Clearly, someone had just added it to the schedule.

She needed to be there to oversee everything.

The SX Alloy would be adapted for use in all fighter jets, and if today’s impromptu test went smoothly, it would officially be put into service.

The test site was set up in Sector Three.

Several high-level executives would be coming today as well.

As the project partner, Jarrod was expected to attend. It was, after all, a historic moment.

Klein Whitaker and his team were still upstairs in a meeting when Jarrod arrived at the test site.

He had barely set foot on the grounds when he spotted Patricia, visitor’s badge in hand.

With the proper clearance, she was allowed to observe any experiments that weren’t strictly classified.

As soon as she saw Jarrod, Patricia made a beeline for him. “I figured you’d be here today,” she said.

Jarrod looked away, his voice cool. “Miss Aldridge, you seem to have a lot of free time.”

Patricia laughed softly. “That all depends on how you spend it. If it’s on people and things that matter, then I wouldn’t call it wasted.”

Jarrod had no intention of entertaining her banter. His expression, as always, was unreadable.

Patricia studied him, head tilted in faint concern. “Are you all right? You seem a little off today. Did something happen between you and Elodie?”

Jarrod didn’t answer. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and traveling overseas so often had worn him down. And Elodie… she was still a thorn in his side.

“You sure you’re okay? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. You didn’t have a fight with Elodie, did you?” Patricia reached out, as if to touch his arm in comfort.

Jarrod’s eyes flickered with something hard to place, and he instinctively stepped back, wanting to avoid her touch.

Just then, Elodie stepped out of the car—just in time to see Patricia’s hand hovering, half-touching, half-clinging to Jarrod’s arm.