How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 859
Summary for Chapter 859: How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue
Chapter summary of Chapter 859 – How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue by Miss Lyra
In Chapter 859, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue by Miss Lyra, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue.
Elodie was puzzled. The Aerie Dining Club's red bean dessert was legendary in Eldermere. Did he have no taste?
Perfect. She hadn't had enough anyway.
She immediately took it. "Okay."
"Mm."
Silence descended again.
Elodie thought to herself that Jarrod was truly a man of few words.
He had just gotten married, yet he was so calm? Didn't he want to give her the cold shoulder?
Elodie was still unsure of what he was thinking.
She mentally rehearsed a few times how she would bring up the topic of getting through this initial period, and how she would be completely cooperative if he wanted a divorce.
Just as she was about to speak, Jarrod suddenly placed a small box on the table.
Elodie recognized it as a ring box.
Jarrod looked at her. "Wedding ring. If you don't like it, we can buy another one."
She hadn't expected there to be rings.
But from the way he said it, she could tell he had probably just bought it randomly, without much thought, which was why he suggested getting another.
She didn't feel she had any right to be dissatisfied with this marriage. She was the one who had taken advantage of him, so how could she have any complaints?
She didn't even open the box, just took it. "It's fine. Anything is okay."
Seeing that she had no intention of looking at it, Jarrod's fingers brushed over the men's ring in his own pocket.
"Mm."
He stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
Elodie breathed a sigh of relief.
Clutching the ring box, she prepared to head to her own room.
After Jarrod entered the master bedroom, he looked around.
There was no trace of Elodie.
No clothes.
No makeup or skincare products. The vanity he had specially arranged to be delivered showed no signs of use.
He had heard that women loved to change the bedding to various shades of pink and other soft colors. He had prepared himself for it and had no objections. But the sheets hadn't been changed; they were still the same deep gray silk set.
He hesitated for a moment, then backed out and re-entered.
He wasn't mistaken.
Nothing had changed.
It was as if he hadn't gotten a wife at all.
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