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Jarrod stood at the railing, one hand in his pocket, leaning back with the kind of distant composure that made it seem like he’d just stumbled onto a scene that had nothing to do with him.
Watts noticed him too. Turning around, he greeted him with a surprisingly unruffled, “Mr. Silverstein, did you catch all that?”
Jarrod had just finished a call. He slipped his phone away, his eyes lingering on the two of them standing together—utterly unreadable. No warmth, no anger. His emotions were always so tightly controlled, you could never tell what he was really thinking.
Watts didn’t think he’d said anything wrong anyway. After all, Jarrod was still seen out and about with Sylvie, even with all the rumors flying—and despite being married, he acted like none of it mattered. He and Sylvie arrived and left together, and now here they all were at the same gallery as Elodie. Clearly, Jarrod didn’t care. Either he didn’t love Elodie, or her pain simply wasn’t his concern.
Watts offered a calm, almost challenging smile. “Mr. Silverstein, I’d say my confession to Elodie is only fair, don’t you think? After all, you have Ms. Fielding—your own special confidante.”
Elodie was taken aback by Watts’s bluntness. He didn’t miss a beat, cutting straight to the point.
Jarrod met Watts’s gaze, his own voice cool and restrained. “You two go ahead. I’ve got another work call to take.”
He didn’t even try to engage, let alone argue. It was as if Elodie was just another acquaintance—someone he barely knew.
Jarrod calmly looked away, took a call, and headed downstairs.
Elodie understood. To Jarrod, this really had nothing to do with him; he wasn’t about to meddle or show any reaction.
Watts watched Jarrod’s retreating figure and frowned. He turned to Elodie. “Sorry—did I make things awkward for you just now?”
Elodie shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, Mr. Aldridge. My answer would’ve been the same, married or not.”
She nodded politely, then turned to find Esmeralda.
Watts watched her go, letting out a quiet sigh. Maybe he’d come on too strong. But seeing Jarrod and Sylvie together had made his blood boil.
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