Chapter 802 – Highlight Chapter from How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue
Chapter 802 is a standout chapter in How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue by Miss Lyra, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Esmeralda sat cross-legged on the chair, eyes darting mischievously as she slurped up a mouthful of steaming instant noodles. With a grin, she slid her feet into her slippers and sprang up. “Alright, alright, I get it—you two have things to discuss. I know when I’m the third wheel. I’ll leave you to your privacy.”
She whisked herself onto the balcony, bowl in hand, ready to savor her midnight snack in peace.
Elodie couldn’t help but chuckle at her friend’s theatrics.
Setting her phone down beside her laptop so it wouldn’t get in the way of her work, she finally answered the call.
Jarrod’s face filled the screen.
Elodie glanced at him briefly, still flipping through documents on her laptop. “Shouldn’t you be asleep? It must be nearly one in the morning over there.”
Jarrod appeared to be in his study, setting his phone on the desk. “I had to make sure you arrived safely, Ms. Thorne. Heartless as ever—not even a message to let me know?”
Elodie’s conscience pricked at her.
She had reasoned earlier that it was too late to call him, not wanting to disturb his sleep. She’d planned to send a message first thing in the morning.
Besides, after so many years of handling things on her own, she still hadn’t fully shifted her mindset. Some habits die hard, and she knew she could be careless about such things.
“Sorry,” Elodie finally said.
Jarrod watched her serious expression, then let out a quiet laugh. “At least you’re honest.”
“Are you feeling alright? How do you like the place? If anything isn’t up to par, I can talk to the higher-ups and have medical staff sent to check on you.”
He was clearly still uneasy about Elodie’s condition.
“No need to make a fuss,” she quickly interrupted. “I’m fine. I’m here to work, not to be pampered.”
Jarrod looked up at her as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “You certainly know how to tough it out. Am I the only one worrying about you?”
Elodie knew Jarrod could be sharp-tongued, but he never hid how he felt. Even through the screen, she felt her cheeks warm.
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