How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 641

Eaton gave a heavy nod, but a crease flickered across his brow.

He’d been divorced from Louisa Barnes for years now, and with his workload, he rarely found time to connect with his kids. Still, he wanted to make sure they stayed on the right track. Especially Jarrod—he couldn’t afford any slip-ups on his end.

After Elodie finished getting Klein’s signature, she headed straight for the new aircraft parked at the hangar for a quick systems test. She was busy for nearly an hour.

When she finally emerged, she spotted Jarrod leaning against his car by the entrance. Hearing footsteps, he glanced over, uncrossed his long legs, and straightened up.

Elodie knew exactly why he was still waiting, but she ignored him and turned to leave.

"Elodie, want to ride back together?" His voice stopped her.

Behind her, Watts hurried over as well. Spotting Jarrod, he gave a polite nod and a quick grin. “Mr. Silverstein, didn’t expect to see you here.”

Jarrod shot him a casual look, his tone light. “Just waiting for my wife to finish up.”

Ever since she’d learned their marriage was still legally intact, Elodie found it increasingly awkward to hear Jarrod call her “my wife.” Coming from him, the word felt out of place—almost jarring. But there was no mistaking his meaning.

Watts’ smile only widened as he turned to Elodie. “If you’re heading back to the base, we can carpool. And I’ve got a report I’d like you to review if you have a moment.”

A report? Elodie couldn’t afford to be careless when it came to work.

Jarrod’s lips lifted in a faint, unreadable smile. “Reports can wait, Mr. Aldridge. Maybe it’s time you learned to stand on your own two feet—then you wouldn’t need to rely so much on my wife.”

Watts gave a sly, knowing look. “What’s this, Mr. Silverstein? Out of distractions and now you’re clinging to Elodie?”

Jarrod glanced away, feigning indifference. “If you’re that envious, Maurice is working on a new dating app. Why not sign up?”

Elodie could feel her ears burning with embarrassment.

She needed to put an end to this. No matter what, in the public eye, she and Jarrod were still married—and she wasn’t about to throw away that last bit of dignity.