He couldn’t bring himself to wake Elodie. Instead, he gently draped another blanket over her and drove smoothly back to their place.
They’d actually been living at his family’s old house for a while now.
It was all because of Nadia. His grandmother absolutely refused to let him take care of Nadia alone—she doted on the little girl too much to allow it.
In the end, he’d relented.
Besides, Nadia seemed to have taken an unexpected liking to Octavia. Octavia, who used to spend all her time out and about, now came home every day just to play with Nadia.
But with the wedding tomorrow, the old house was hectic—too many details, too much noise. Elodie was exhausted. So he decided to return to their own home for the night, letting her get a good night’s rest before everything began.
When they arrived, Elodie was still asleep.
Jarrod got out, circled around to her side, opened the car door, and carefully lifted her out, tucking her arm around his neck.
She stirred, her eyelids fluttering open for a moment.
He met her gaze. “It’s alright. We’re home. Go back to sleep.”
With a soft sigh, she nestled closer and drifted off again.
He carried her upstairs.
Laying her gently on the bed, Jarrod slipped off her shoes and shrugged the heavy coat from her shoulders, moving with practiced tenderness. He supported her head, making sure she was resting comfortably.
When everything was done, he sat on the edge of the bed for a while, watching her peaceful face as she slept.
He knew she’d been run ragged lately. Every time he called her for a video chat, she’d be tapping away at code late into the night. These past few weeks had been exhausting for her.
If it weren’t for the fact that the wedding was tomorrow, he might have called the whole thing off, just so she could get some rest.
Thinking it over, Jarrod tucked the comforter around Elodie once more, then pulled out his phone and checked an app.
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The next morning, Elodie was woken by her phone ringing.
Lucinda’s voice was brisk and no-nonsense. “It’s time. The hair and makeup team is already here. Get up so we can start getting you ready.”
Elodie jolted upright as the realization hit her—today was the day. A quick glance at the clock: past seven.
Not many brides slept in this late on their wedding day.
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