Jarrod fell silent for a moment.
He drummed his slender fingers lightly on the steering wheel before turning to glance at her profile. Watching her, he tried to catch a flicker of emotion as she spoke, but her expression gave nothing away.
He finally asked, “So, do you actually resent me, or are you just teasing?”
Elodie couldn’t quite see the point of his question.
Leaning against the car window, her tone as steady as ever, she replied, “Just stating the facts.”
Just the facts, huh.
Jarrod hesitated, then only responded as he made a turn. “You’re telling me stating facts is always emotionless?”
“Anyone on the outside would talk about it with contempt,” Elodie said, her voice cool and clear. “Which do you think I am?”
Well then.
The air seemed to splinter all over again.
After a while, Jarrod stared out at the road ahead, barely letting out a quiet breath that sounded almost like a laugh. Or maybe not.
“Sharp tongue. Never lets herself get the short end of the stick. I like that,” he remarked, as if he’d found something worth praising.
Elodie couldn’t figure out his train of thought and simply turned to gaze at the city lights outside.
She certainly didn’t think she’d said anything wrong.
What Jarrod thought was his own business; if he felt no shame for what he’d done, why should a few words get under his skin?
They drove on in silence until they finally reached Moonlight Garden.
The courtyard glowed with warm lights.
Through the windows, Elodie could see shadows moving inside—someone tending to the house.
Only after they pulled in did she realize people were out in the yard, tidying up.
Jarrod got out and walked around to open her door for her, offering a brief explanation. “Grandma brought some people over today to help set up a few things.”
Elodie didn’t respond. After all, this was his place—how he arranged things was up to his family.
As soon as they stepped inside, they found his grandmother coming over from the living room. The old woman’s face was tight with worry, but she still reached out to take Elodie’s hand gently, reassuring her, “Don’t pay attention to the nonsense online. People these days say anything to vent their anger. Jarrod will make sure the worst of it’s taken down. Don’t let it get to you, sweetheart.”
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