FakeNovelBack then, he was already in enough pain.
He'd been misunderstood in so many ways, by so many people-but when it cto that child, he simply couldn't let go.
That's why, after everything happened, he kept flying out to New York.
Only by checking in every month, seeing for himself how things were, could he find any peace.
It had bechis anchor.
He'd always been a man who kept his emotions tightly leashed, but with Elodie and the baby, he held nothing back.
Elodie stared at Jarrod for a long moment, unable to stop herself from laughing through her tears.
"Jarrod, it feels like you've saved my life again." Just barely.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe'd cso close to being trapped by regret for the rest of her life.
But fate, it seemed, had given her Jarrod.
He always saw the bigger picture, always managed to plan ten steps ahead.
He'd given her a lifeline-a chance big enough to rewrite the rest of her days. She couldn't deny it.
If Jarrod hadn't already decided that, no matter what, he'd raise the child himself, she honestly didn't think she could have gotten through it.
No wonder.
No wonder the nursery was filled with little girl's clothes and a pink theme.
It all made sense now.
"Are you happy now?" he asked, gently wiping away her tears once more, patient as ever. "Do you think maybe I'm not so bad after all? Maybe I actually did something that made you truly happy?" Elodie couldn't even put her feelings into words.
She was bursting at the seams-overwhelmed by the sudden rush of hope after months of despair, almost unable to contain it.
"Well-well, you just focus on recovering, okay? Try to get better soon, so you can go see the baby." She was desperate, and it showed, but seeing him still so weak, she forced herself to hold back.
Everything felt different now.
It was as if, suddenly, there was something to look forward to.
It was a brand-new beginning.
Jarrod's brow lifted ever so slightly. "Still think you're getting the short end of the stick, keeping a sick man company in our wedding suite?" Elodie, caught off guard by his teasing, almost choked. "I don't recall ever saying that." He flashed her a crooked smile. "So you're officially here of your own free will now?" She just stared at him, at a loss.
He always found ways to put her on the spot.
She couldn't wipe the grin from her face, her hands still trembling with excitement. She couldn't process the joy, so she simply changed the subject: "Weren't you supposed to be asleep? Why are you up again?" Jarrod eased himself upright. "I can't rest if you're still upset." Elodie's spirits soared; she was practically glowing. She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the master bedroom. No more jokomet Mr. Bennett. You need to focus or you're getting better. As soon as cleared for a long flight, I'll book our tickets." If Jarrod weren't still recovering, she'd fly to New York this very minute-she couldn't wait another second.
But she knew she needed to look after him now. After all, he was in this state because of her.
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Jarrod allowed himself to be led along. "A good mood is vital for an dis patient's recovery. How about you offer sbedside company tonight?" Elodie stopped and looked back at him, deadpan. "You think you're up for that?"
He shot her a look, then strolled on ahead, unhurried. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant actually sleepings, fuby Clothed, Ms, Thom And maybe don't start daydreaming about my body just yet." She was speechless.
But she couldn't argue he was the one who'd made it sound suggestive, only to turn it around on her.
Still, she didn't hold it against him. After all these years of marriage, there wasn't much Jarrod hadn't said in the bedroom.
Today, though, she was still reeling from the good news, her head spinning with joy.
She wanted to ask more-were there photos, any videos? But when they reached the master bedroom, she saw Jarrod already lying back, a furrow of pain creasing his brow.
He must have overexerted himself again.
Her excitement ebbed, replaced by concern.
She sat on the edge of the bed, watching him, her gaze lingering on the tension in his face.
After a moment, she reached out and gently smoothed the frown from his brow, her voice barely above whisper. Thank you. And... you've done so much."
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