How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 842

Her overseas projects couldn’t run without her as chief engineer, and her schedule was relentlessly tight.

She barely had time to get measured and order her wedding dress before she was whisked away again.

This time, the company had assigned her a personal security detail and arranged a private jet for her travels.

Esmeralda Mercer was still abroad and hadn’t returned yet, so Elodie needed to go oversee things herself.

Jarrod, on the other hand, didn’t really voice any opinion about it.

He knew Elodie had a world of her own to conquer, and he was never going to be the one to hold her back. He wanted to be the one who always had her back, ready to support her, wherever and whenever she needed it.

Even so, letting her go was never easy.

He couldn’t help but think some of the higher-ups’ work arrangements lacked basic compassion.

Jarrod had never been a fan of that “with great power comes great responsibility” mentality—just because someone was capable didn’t mean they should be expected to carry more than their share.

But…

Watching Elodie in the passenger seat, completely absorbed in her iPad, scrolling through lines of code, he realized again how much she loved what she did. Nothing else came close.

When Elodie left the house that morning, her mind was a mess. Parting ways with Nadia had left her unusually unsettled. She’d never been the sentimental type, but when she saw Nadia clutch her hand and smile, she’d embarrassingly burst into tears before she’d even walked out the door.

Work was the only thing that could numb her, at least for a while.

Maybe Jarrod picked up on her mood.

He reached over and gently squeezed the back of her neck. “What if I bring Nadia and come with you?” he suggested.

Elodie shot him a look. “You might be fine, but Nadia wouldn’t last a day. That place is brutal—don’t even joke about it.”

Jarrod grinned, clearly teasing, and seeing a bit of her old spark return, he turned to her. “When did I ever say I’d be fine? Honestly, I was just wondering—if you don’t make it back in time for the wedding, how am I supposed to pull off the whole thing by myself?”

Elodie couldn’t help but scoff. “Then why did you insist on rushing the wedding? No one said we had to do it next month.”

He shrugged. “It’s for everyone else, really.”

He didn’t elaborate further.

The truth was, Jarrod had always been the jealous type, even if he pretended otherwise.

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