How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 288

At the Warwick family’s birthday celebration, he knew Naylor was also in attendance.

Still, there was no guarantee that Naylor and Elodie had even spoken to each other.

Maybe, if someone introduced them, the two young people might end up chatting? At the very least, they could become friends.

Whether anything more came of it—well, that would be up to fate.

He knew his son wasn’t the type to settle, nor was he a flirt.

Charlie just kept his thoughts to himself.

Eaton considered for a moment before clearing his throat. “You know, love and marriage are all about timing, compatibility, and the right circumstances. What’s got you so worked up?”

“You’re not in any hurry because your son is still young—marriage and kids are a long way off for him,” Klein shot back.

Charlie rapped his knuckles on the table. “Elodie’s situation is complicated. Plus, she’s still bound by a confidentiality agreement, so let’s keep things discreet—her background and her husband’s business aren’t for public discussion.”

Eaton and Klein understood perfectly.

Charlie didn’t need to remind them.

They were both busy men with more than enough on their plates. They didn’t have time to meddle.

Klein especially understood—if something’s meant to be, let the kids figure it out themselves. At most, he could drop a subtle hint here or there.

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After sorting out a few technical issues, Elodie spoke with Alexander about the upcoming government procurement conference that Eaton had mentioned.

He remembered his father talking about this particular senior official before. Now that the man was coming to meet Elodie in person, it was clear he had high hopes for VistaLink Technologies.

A quick check confirmed the conference was scheduled for next week.

If they could win the bid, VistaLink’s reach would expand dramatically.

Alexander was all in—he fully supported going after this opportunity.

“But this is a nationwide event,” he said, frowning as he analyzed the situation. “The competition will be fierce. VistaLink’s odds aren’t exactly great.”

Elodie agreed.

Still, if they pulled it off, the added publicity from a military endorsement could push VistaLink to the next level. There was no way she’d let this chance slip away.

Wednesday morning.

Rain had fallen overnight in Eldermere, leaving the air damp and bone-chilling.

The joint project with Nexus Analytics was in its final phase, and they’d already set a launch date.

Elodie assumed he’d ignore her and head straight upstairs, but to her surprise, Jarrod walked directly toward her.

She tensed.

He looked her over and spoke with that familiar, unhurried tone. “Just got here?”

Elodie wasn’t sure why he bothered to greet her.

“Yeah.” Her voice was even colder than usual; she hadn’t expected him to approach.

Jarrod let his gaze linger on her pale profile, then glanced at her thin coat. “Aren’t you cold? You’re barely dressed for this weather.”

This time, Elodie couldn’t help but frown at him, unsure what to make of his concern.

Was that supposed to be caring?

The whole thing felt absurd, so she turned as if to leave.

Jarrod seemed to sense her impatience, but didn’t seem to care how distant or indifferent she was. Without another word, he slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. “Keep it on. The temperature’s about to drop even more.”

Elodie hadn’t expected such a considerate gesture—she didn’t even have time to refuse.

Before she knew it, the warmth of his coat, still carrying his body heat, settled over her shoulders.