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How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 803

Elodie did a quick calculation in her mind. “You’re coming here? You don’t need to go through all that trouble. We could just meet up directly in New York. It’s not exactly safe around here—you’d be alone and unprotected.”

The dangers here weren’t exactly hidden; they were right out in the open.

“It’s fine. I can handle it. I’ll coordinate with the security team on that side,” Jarrod replied. He knew the risks, but to him, they were minor.

The truth was, he missed Elodie. Even though she had only just left, taking that first step forward left him feeling a little uncertain.

But he was determined.

Elodie checked the timing in her mind—he should be fine, she figured, and nodded. Besides, she could take some time off work, and the thought of the upcoming trip to New York filled her with anticipation.

She felt energized.

“All right,” she said, returning her attention to her laptop.

Jarrod didn’t hang up.

He just watched her as she focused on her work, not saying a word.

Even in silence, he felt content.

He watched as Elodie’s brow furrowed in concentration, then relaxed as she worked through problems—catching every little expression.

He smiled softly, unnoticed, then took his phone and went back to the master bedroom.

When Elodie was absorbed in her work, she could easily forget about everything else around her.

By the time she finally finished, more than an hour had passed.

She rubbed her neck and glanced at the screen.

There was Jarrod, sleeping quietly. He’d left his phone propped up on the nightstand, camera aimed at his face.

Elodie’s movements slowed as she stared at him.

Jarrod had always been a tidy sleeper, usually lying on his back, rarely turning to his side. The only exception had been their first year of marriage, when he liked to snuggle up behind her, holding her close as they slept. Otherwise, he always slept straight as a board.

Tonight, he was on his side, maybe wanting to see her—or to let her see him.

Elodie gazed at his face for a long moment, feeling an inexplicable warmth spread through her chest.

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