All Chapters of How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel: Chapter 111 – Chapter 120
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Sylvie turned to Keith with unhurried grace, her posture effortlessly elegant. Keith, almost instinctively, glanced at Sylvie. After a moment's deliberation, he shook his head.…
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"Elodie, tell me—are you and that boy... nothing happened between you two, right?" Rosemary's sharp eyes fixed on Elodie, worry clear in her gaze. Elodie pressed her lips…
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Queenie clung to Ivan's arm, but he just took a long drag from his cigarette and patted her on the head. "Enough, go inside and wait for the results. I'll finish my smoke and…
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She didn't head to the ER until she'd smoked the last of her cigarette. After parking the car, Sylvie finally turned to Jarrod. "The way Mr. Harcourt was with her just now... It…
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Two cars pulled up at the gate. Ivan was the first to step out, and right behind him— Came the uninvited guests, Malcom and Reba. Elodie's expression darkened. It was the…
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A chill seemed to seep right through Elodie's chest, as if a cold draft had tunneled straight into her heart. She stared at the photos Sylvie had sent: one showed the party…
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Elodie hadn't even spoken yet when Sylvie's voice came through the phone, cool and composed: "Who's this?" Elodie's words caught in her throat, suddenly dry and impossible to…
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He narrowed his eyes, a half-smile playing on his lips, but his voice carried no real warmth. "Elodie, why don't you try asking me nicely? Maybe then I'll consider helping you…
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She never finished her sentence. Suddenly, footsteps sounded at the doorway. A low, cool male voice cut through the room. "I'm not late, am I? Darling?" Elodie's words were…
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Elodie was caught off guard by Jarrod's sudden attentiveness. He'd rarely shown this side before. They hadn't spent much time together, and Jarrod was hardly the sentimental…