How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 547

As he approached, his lashes lowered and he cast a sidelong glance at her.

In that instant, as Jarrod drew closer, Elodie unconsciously shrank back a step, as if rejecting his presence. An unguarded look of distaste flickered across her eyes.

Jarrod didn’t miss the way she looked at him.

For a split second, he paused mid-stride, his deep gaze resting on her face for a long moment. It felt as though an invisible wall had risen between them.

He watched her in silence for a few seconds, choosing not to dwell on her reaction. Instead, his eyes dropped to the small, red rash on her wrist, lingering there briefly.

His tone stayed even. “Remember to put some ointment on that when you get back. Be more careful next time.”

He didn’t say anything more, simply stepped past her and disappeared inside.

Elodie lifted a hand to rub her brow, then finally turned and headed back the way she’d come.

Halfway down the hall, Jarrod ran into Sylvie.

Sylvie’s lips curved instantly into a bright smile as she walked toward him. “Jarrod, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?”

He glanced in the direction she’d come from, shaking his head. “Can’t. I’ve got work to finish at the office.”

Sylvie looked a little disappointed but understood well enough how busy Jarrod always was.

She smiled lightly, holding his gaze for a moment before speaking. “Thank you for taking care of me last night...”

Jarrod’s eyebrows moved slightly. He turned to look at her, expression unreadable. “You drank a lot.”

“It was strong stuff. I blacked out a little. But when I woke up, my clothes had been changed for fresh ones. Jarrod, you’re really thoughtful...” Sylvie seemed in high spirits. Last night, she’d forced herself—despite being tipsy—into Jarrod’s room. Thankfully, she hadn’t passed out completely and missed her chance.

Jarrod gave her a measured look, noticing a faint mark on her neck. His brows lifted slightly at the sight.

“No need to thank me,” he replied, pulling out his phone to text Andrea, arranging for a car to meet him at the marina.

Sylvie was puzzled by his nonchalance. For a moment, her heart skipped; she couldn’t quite figure out Jarrod’s attitude. It didn’t feel like he was... with her, not in the way she’d hoped.

But then she chided herself. What was she overthinking for? At this point, there was no need for special thanks between them.

And right now, there was something else that mattered more...

Elodie and Esmeralda were among the first to disembark. Alexander was waiting for them by the car.

With so many people on the cruise, Patricia was nowhere to be seen. Elodie sent her a quick message, then left with Esmeralda.

Once inside the car, Alexander glanced back at them. “So, did you two have fun?”

Esmeralda slumped in her seat, her voice listless. “After Elodie left, I hardly did anything. I drank too much, didn’t even shower or take off my makeup—just crawled under the covers and passed out. No fun, just a splitting hangover this morning.”

Then, as if remembering something, Esmeralda turned to Elodie. “Hey, did you not go back to your room last night?”

Elodie looked at her. “What do you mean?”

Esmeralda rubbed her neck. “I ended up sleeping in your room. Didn’t realize it until I woke up today—it was definitely your room. I must’ve gone to the wrong one last night.”

A faint crease appeared between Elodie’s brows.

But she distinctly remembered checking her room number before heading back last night—