How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 588

For a split second, Elodie’s mind just... froze. A deafening roar filled her ears, as if her blood had turned to ice, locking her limbs in place, rooting her to the ground.

She couldn’t even make out the car hurtling toward her—her whole world was washed out in blinding white.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Suddenly, an armored SUV swerved out of nowhere from her left, spinning around and ramming head-on into the oncoming car.

Crash!

With a bone-jarring impact, the car racing toward her was shoved several yards away.

The night wind whipped up, sending her hair flying.

Another screech of brakes tore through the chaos.

Before Elodie could process what had happened, someone rushed up from behind, scooping her up and shielding her in an unbreakable embrace. The familiar, crisp scent of pine filled her senses as she was carried into another car.

She looked up—and met Jarrod’s deep, stormy eyes.

For a rare moment, his expression wasn’t unreadable; the cold mask slipped away when he saw her looking at him.

“Don’t look outside,” Jarrod murmured, his arms never loosening around her waist. His gaze flicked out the window before he leaned down, a broad hand cupping the back of her head, tucking her completely against his chest. Pressed tightly to him, Elodie could see nothing but darkness and the rise and fall of his breath.

The car jolted suddenly.

It felt like they’d been hit again.

The force of it made her heart lurch.

Jarrod’s arm, still braced around her shoulders, slammed hard against the dashboard.

In the dimness, his brow furrowed, but just for a moment—he didn’t show any sign of pain.

Outside, everything fell eerily silent.

Inside the cramped car, all that remained was their tangled breathing, the thudding of their hearts.

Elodie could feel his heartbeat, slightly uneven.

The whirlwind of events left her spine prickling, cold sweat trickling down her back.

Only then did Jarrod finally look down at her. While Elodie was still dazed and shaken, he gently brushed her hair at the nape of her neck, his touch light as a feather. “It’s over. You’re safe now. Sit up, take a look?”

Snapping back to reality, Elodie realized she hadn’t even registered that she was still in his arms.

She sat up and peered out the window.

The black sedan that had tried to run her down had vanished.

Only the battered SUV remained, idling a short distance away.

Andrea climbed out of the driver’s seat, rubbing his neck.

Thankfully, the SUV was built like a tank; he seemed none the worse for wear.