Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 100

Landon followed behind Zinnia with a stony expression, heading toward the treatment room.

Behind them, a young nurse’s puzzled whisper floated down the hallway:

“Landon? Why does that name sound so familiar?”

Moments later, a shout erupted from the exam room, loud enough to make heads turn.

“Holy crap! He’s the CEO of Ford Group!”

In the injection room, Zinnia handed the nurse a vial of medication, then turned to Landon. “Go find a seat. When they call your name, just go over to the desk and let the nurse hook you up.”

Landon automatically asked, “What about you?”

“I’m going to get some air.”

Truth be told, the only reason she’d managed to tolerate Landon this long—aside from the prescription Naomi had given her—was her own sense of duty as a doctor.

“You’re not staying with me?” Landon’s tone was urgent, and for a second, she caught a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

“It’s just an IV drip. Why would I need to stay?”

He looked at her, wounded.

“Haven’t you heard? People are at their most vulnerable when they’re sick. That’s when they need someone the most.”

Zinnia stared at him, speechless.

She couldn’t, for the life of her, connect the word “vulnerable” with Landon—even if, at this particular moment, he really did look a little fragile.

“You’re my wife. Staying with me at the hospital is your responsibility,” Landon muttered, as if it was obvious.

He added, “It’s in the contract.”

The nurse took one look at Landon—his movie-star looks made her do a double take. Her eyes lit up as recognition dawned.

Then she glanced at Zinnia, her tone teasing.

“Dr. Quinn, coming in together—and you still say he’s not your boyfriend?”

Zinnia rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. This was the same nurse who’d cornered her in the cafeteria, asking if Landon was her boyfriend. Just her luck to run into both of them again today.

Before Zinnia could reply, Landon spoke up:

“Dr. Quinn wasn’t lying. I’m not her boyfriend.”

Just as Zinnia was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he turned to the nurse, his tone matter-of-fact:

“I’m her husband. We’ve been married three years. It’s all official.”