How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 468

Jarrod was free to take Sylvie out on a date, to get some air and clear his head if he wanted. That was his business.

Watts had just arrived from Eldrion Global when he happened to catch sight of Elodie leaving Jarrod’s side.

He slowed his pace, his gaze thoughtful as he watched Jarrod and Sylvie standing together. Sylvie was smiling at Jarrod, chatting about a painting they were both looking at.

It was only in the past couple of days that Watts had learned of the latest gossip making waves in Eldermere—rumors about Jarrod and Elodie were spreading like wildfire.

Yet here Jarrod was, still bringing Sylvie out in public with him as if nothing had changed. Watts understood all too well what that meant for Elodie’s situation.

He looked across at them, and for once his usual air of indifference faded, replaced by a hint of wry amusement in his eyes.

As Watts entered the gallery, Maurice spotted him and greeted him warmly. “Mr. Aldridge.”

Sylvie noticed Watts too, and for some reason, Grady came to mind. Perhaps men really did think alike in certain ways.

Watts paused briefly, then said to them, “I have something to take care of. We’ll talk later.” He didn’t linger or make small talk.

Maurice didn’t seem to mind. After all, Watts was here on behalf of Eldrion Global, helping the Barnes family handle some matters.

Meanwhile, Elodie was becoming more absorbed in the exhibition, moving from painting to painting. Esmeralda, who loved photography, trailed after her, snapping candid shots as Elodie immersed herself in the art.

When Watts approached, Esmeralda looked genuinely surprised, watching as he made his way purposefully toward Elodie.

“You seem pretty engrossed in these paintings. Do they interest you?” Watts stood behind her, hands in his pockets, tilting his head as he spoke.

Elodie snapped out of her reverie. “I suppose so,” she replied. Art had always been a part of her upbringing.