How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 81

The conference venue was just across the street from the hotel, a short walk away.

By the next morning, Elodie was feeling much better; her throat no longer felt like it was being raked by glass, though she still took another dose of medicine just to be safe.

After the symposium, there would be a cocktail reception.

The event was scheduled to run from three in the afternoon until around nine in the evening.

Around midday, the doorbell rang.

When Elodie opened the door, she was surprised to find Ivan standing there.

"You look a bit pale," Ivan said, frowning as he took in her makeup-free face and colorless lips. "Are you feeling alright?"

He reached out and pressed a hand to her forehead. "Did you remember to take your medicine? Want me to take you to the doctor?"

Elodie could tell from his eyes that his concern was genuine.

Still, she stepped back, avoiding his gaze. "Is there something you need?"

Ivan was the prospective son-in-law of The Jett Group, so it wasn't unusual he'd attend an event like this.

Noticing her distant manner, Ivan's brows drew together. After a moment, he handed her a gift box. "See if you like this. Tonight's event is formal, and I thought you should have something appropriate—this necklace suits you."

Elodie's eyes landed on the designer logo.

"I don't need it," she murmured, pressing her lips together.

Ivan wouldn't take no for an answer and pressed the box into her hands. "You're stubborn, just like when you were a kid. I also wanted to ask about your mother's third memorial. If you're planning anything significant, let me know ahead of time. I'll come with you."

Elodie was caught off guard—she hadn't expected Ivan to remember.

Her mother had passed away the year before Elodie got married. This year marked the third anniversary.

Even Jarrod probably hadn't kept track of the date.

"I'll see you at the event later," Ivan said, glancing at his phone as he absentmindedly ruffled her hair before walking away.

It was clear to Elodie that, despite his genuine concern, there was a trace of perfunctory habit in his gestures.

So, she didn't let herself read too much into it.

After closing the door, she opened the box for a peek.

Inside was a crescent moon and star diamond necklace. As a child, Elodie had always been fascinated by space—she'd devoured astronomy books and even bought herself a telescope to gaze at the moon and stars.

No wonder Ivan had said it would suit her.