How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 857

The registration process was quick. With the official stamp on the marriage certificates, the clerk handed them one each.

Elodie opened hers to take a look.

They were sitting side by side. Jarrod's expression wasn't as cold as she had imagined; he actually looked quite relaxed.

She looked up and saw Jarrod slipping his certificate into his pocket. He glanced at her. "The marital home isn't renovated yet. We'll stay at one of my other apartments for now. Is that okay?"

Elodie immediately shook her head. "That's fine."

Jarrod opened the car door. Just as he was about to get in, his phone rang.

It was an urgent work call. He answered it while looking at Elodie. "You go on ahead. Pack your things and move them to my place. I have something to take care of."

He didn't give Elodie a chance to ask any more questions before closing the car door.

Elodie's words died in her throat.

She had no idea they were supposed to be living together.

She had assumed Jarrod wouldn't take the act this far. At most, they would be a couple in name only, leading separate lives in private.

After all, he wasn't exactly thrilled with her.

The driver spoke up. "Mrs. Silverstein, I'll take you to pack your things. Do you have a lot? If so, I can arrange for movers so you don't have to trouble yourself."

Elodie felt as if everything had been arranged in advance. She hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No, that's alright. I don't have much, just some clothes and books."

She had never really had a place of her own with the Harcourt family, and since moving out after university, she had lived a simple life. She really didn't own much.

The driver stepped on the gas.

Jarrod watched the car drive away. Soon, another car arrived to pick him up.

He headed straight for the office.

There was an urgent meeting he needed to finalize.

In the conference room, voices droned on.

He leaned back in his chair, the marriage certificate in his pocket feeling unusually present.

He lowered his eyes and discreetly pulled it out under the table.

He opened it and looked at the photo of him and Elodie.

An almost imperceptible smile touched his lips.

It was the first time he had ever been distracted in a meeting.

He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the open certificate.

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