EuropeNovelChapter 575 Isn't it just because she's hopelessly devoted to her brother, wagging her tail for the tiniest bit of attention? Elodie stood up. "What about your brother now? Do you think I gave birth to you?" She had no interest in arguing with a teenager and turned to leave.
Octavia stared at her in shock, her face flushing with embarrassment at Elodie's sharp retort. For a moment, it felt like a knife twisted in her chest. She was stunned by Elodie's attitude, unable to nthe feeling-anger, maybe. Chin raised, she strode after Elodie. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Is it because I've been hanging around with Sylvie? Elodie, if you wantto call you 'sister-in-law,' just say it." She reached out to grab Elodie's hand.
But Elodie had no intention of indulging her. She raised her arm and brushed Octavia away.
Octavia's cup tipped in the scuffle, and orange juice splashed across Elodie's blouse, staining her just above the waist.
This time, Elodie's eyes went cold.
The instant Octavia met that icy gaze, a chill ran through her. She froze, momentarily speechless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJarrod appeared just then, taking in the scene with a furrowed brow. His gaze swept over Octavia, cold and sharp. "Go change," he said.
Elodie frowned.
Change-where? She hadn't brought any clothes.
Jarrod seemed to read her mind. "Upstairs. Main bedroom. You can wash your shirt and toss it in the dryer." Elodie looked at him, her voice cool and distant, making it clear she considered herself a guest. "Is that appropriate?" Wasn't that the private space he shared with Sylvie? She had no interest in crossing boundaries or snooping in other people's lives.
Jarrod's eyes narrowed. "Do you needto show you the way?" Elodie hesitated. The damp fabric clung uncomfortably to her skin. She didn't bother to answer, just turned and headed upstairs. If he didn't care, why should she make a scene? As soon as Elodie left, Jarrod turned to look at Octavia.
When she caught his eye, she felt a jolt of fear and bit her lip. "I didn't mean to..." Jarrod brushed past her, his tone flat. "Remember to apologize." Octavia's expression stiffened at once.
Upstairs, Elodie discovered the layout hadn't changed much. Still, she wasn't the type to wander around after a divorce, poking her nose where it didn't belong. Jafrod said the main bedroom, so she went straight there.
The master bedroom was right where it had always been. She walked over and pushed open the door, then stopped short, surprised.
Her eyes scanned the room.
est The bedspread, the rug, the couch, the curtains, every little detail-even the old vanity table-were exactly she'd left them, arranged the she used to like. The only difference was that her collection of lotions and bottles was gone, leaving the vanity bare.
Not even a trace of Sylvie's things? Elodie frowned, puzzled. She honestly couldn't make sense of it.
The master bedroom was frozen in time, a world apart from the rest of the house. For a second, she wondered if she was imagining things-if she'd ever really left at all.
She was about to step outside when she heard footsteps behind her.
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Turning, she saw Jarrod coming upstairs. He glanced at her therm stepped into the room. If you're going to change, do you mind borrowing one of my shirts?" Elodie took another look around the bedroom, still unable to figure out Jarrod's logic.
Everything else had been redone, except the master bedroom? "That's fine, thank you." She couldn't keep wearing the soaked silk blouse, and she wasn't going to make herself miserable just to prove a point.
Jarrod went to the closet and pulled out a white dress shirt made from a fabric similar to hers.
Her own shirt had a belt, so she could make it work.
Elodie took the shirt and slipped into the bathroom. She washed her m blouse and tossed it in the dryer. By the tdinner was over, it would be dry enough to wear again. When she cout, Jarrod was still there, sitting in the corner and scrolling through his phone.
She glanced around at the familiar furnishings, unable to hold back a frown. "Why didn't you redecorate the master bedroom?"
Before Jarrod could answer, there was a knock at the door. Linseym stood there, looking uneasy. "Mr. Silverstein... Sylvie's here. She wants to see you."
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