How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 603

Impossible to find fault.

Elodie’s cool, reserved face showed a flicker of hesitation, but in the end, she handed it over.

If Mr. Silverstein himself wanted to play chauffeur, she wasn’t about to argue.

She intended to slip into the backseat, but Jarrod had already swung open the passenger door and tilted his head toward her. “I’m not familiar with your car. Better sit up front and make sure I don’t press the wrong buttons.”

Elodie frowned, arching a delicate brow. “You think you might drive us into a ditch?”

He leaned lazily against the car, entirely unhurried. “You never know. If I make a scene tonight and we end up in a ditch, maybe we’ll land on the front page together—our first photo as a pair.”

She decided not to dignify that with a response.

He was just trying to get a rise out of her.

Without another word, she slipped into the passenger seat.

Jarrod swung the car around and headed off, taking the familiar streets he’d traveled countless times before.

After a while, Elodie broke the silence. “I appreciate what you did to clear things up for me. Honestly, you took the fall for me from the start, and I owe you for that. But I have to ask—wasn’t it a bit… much, throwing around millions like that?”

The Silverstein Group had already released a statement.

That alone should have been enough to quiet most of the rumors.

She couldn’t see any reason for him to spend so much more on top of that.

Jarrod glanced at her, unhurried and at ease behind the wheel, his mood seemingly unruffled. “Hmm? And why do you think it was too much?”

Elodie spoke evenly, her voice calm. “If it’s a favor, I don’t know how to repay you. You could have let me know in advance; at least then it wouldn’t feel like such a heavy burden you’re dropping on me.”

Since they were no longer together, there was no reason for so much entanglement.

A faint, wry smile touched Jarrod’s lips as he nodded. “So you think this is nothing but a favor?”