How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 639

Jarrod was far more personable now than he’d ever been before.

She found herself wondering—who had changed him?

She’d thought she was the one playing hardball, but in the end, Jarrod had turned the tables.

Did he really not realize just how outrageous his words sounded? She knew his type all too well: Jarrod would never let himself be taken advantage of, not even a little. Even if turning the tables was a struggle, he’d do it anyway.

Patricia watched his retreating back.

She drained her wine in one go, then let a wry smile tug at her lips.

Jarrod… he really did treasure Elodie.

Even if it meant they both got hurt in the end.

He’d never let himself be tied down, not even for a moment.

Patricia almost envied Elodie for that.

But so what? She had plenty of time to play.

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Elodie had received a call from Freya.

She politely turned her down.

Freya was someone Elodie genuinely liked, but as for Joseph Delacroix, she had no intention of keeping in touch.

Clear boundaries were best.

And she really did have work to do—straight after lunch, she headed to the 719th Air Force Base for a conference. The core members of her department ended up in meetings until nearly nine that evening.

There were temporary dorms available on site.

Her body was running on empty, so she decided to stay the night.

And honestly, she hadn’t wanted to risk running into Jarrod anyway.

The next morning.

Elodie needed to visit another large base to get Klein’s signature on some paperwork.

A transport from 719 happened to be heading that way, so they arranged for her to hitch a ride.

It wasn’t until Elodie climbed into the car that she realized Watts was behind the wheel.