How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 866

The drive from Rivertown to Herondale took nearly thirteen hours. She was sometimes amazed by Jarrod's stamina. He had been driving for days without showing any signs of fatigue, and he'd readily accompanied her wherever she wanted to go.

Jarrod noticed Elodie hadn't brought the small bag of fruit with her. He raised an eyebrow. "Did you eat them all?"

Elodie was too embarrassed to admit they were disgusting and she'd thrown them away. She turned to look out the window. "Yep. They were very sweet. Your loss."

In reality, they were sickeningly sweet, with a strong artificial flavor that she felt had assaulted her tongue.

Jarrod tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "Do you know what that fruit is called?"

Elodie looked back at him. "You know?" If she ever saw that fruit again, she would steer clear.

He turned his head, his thin lips parting. "It's called Silly Fruit."

Elodie was confused. "...?"

"Why is it called that?"

Jarrod put on some music. "They say eating it makes you smarter. You look a lot smarter now."

Elodie was still confused. "...?"

Something felt off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. During their next stop at a service area, she specifically looked it up. It turned out he was just calling her silly.

When she found out the truth, she was speechless. "..."

She suddenly wanted to dig that bag of fruit out of the trash and throw it in his face.

The rest of the journey was relaxed.

They arrived in Herondale at four in the morning, before the sun had risen.

Jarrod drove them directly to a seaside villa. The other villas were far apart, offering plenty of privacy. After they checked in, she was starting to feel sleepy. The staff was incredibly helpful, carrying all their luggage into the villa.

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