Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 113

When Landon mentioned switching doctors, Noelle shook her head over and over, almost desperately.

“No, Landon, I don’t want a different doctor. I only trust Dr. Hays—I won’t see anyone else.”

She forced a weak smile, lips trembling at the corners.

“I won’t keep you from work any longer. I’ll go now.”

With that, she turned and hurried out, her heels clicking against the floor.

“You can keep your doctor,” Landon called after her, voice cool. “But you’ll apologize to Zinnia—properly.”

Noelle stumbled at his words, barely steadying herself. Her nails dug into her palms, knuckles turning white from the mix of panic and rage surging through her.

“Alright, Landon,” she replied, her tone flat.

She opened the door and slipped out. The moment she stepped into the hallway, her expression twisted into something dark and cold.

Zinnia.

Noelle hadn’t expected that snake to be so cunning—showing Landon the hospital security footage. Unbelievable.

Fine. If Zinnia wanted to play dirty, she’d better be ready for payback.

Noelle stormed out of the executive suite. The secretaries stationed outside, oblivious to the drama, all stood and greeted her with polite smiles.

“Goodbye, ma’am. Have a nice day.”

At that moment, Charles emerged from his own office just in time to hear the greeting. He pressed a hand to his forehead, exasperated.

“What on earth are you all doing?”

Charles knew exactly how much Noelle meant to the boss, so he didn’t correct the secretaries in front of her. He waited until she was gone, then strode over to the group.

“You idiots,” he scolded in a low voice, “do you call every woman who walks out of the boss’s office ‘ma’am’? Is she the lady of the house just because you saw her with him?”

“Makes sense!”

Charles nearly choked.

“Would you all just shut up?” he hissed. “One more word and I’ll be shipped off to the company’s branch in the middle of nowhere.”

Back in his office, Landon sat behind his desk, dark eyes clouded with frustration. He couldn’t shake the realization that he’d always given Noelle whatever she wanted, letting her get away with far too much.

Because of their history, he’d let things slide—her little lies, her tantrums—as long as it didn’t cause any real trouble. He hadn’t thought twice about it.

Now, she lied as easily as breathing.

He thought of all the times he’d left Zinnia waiting because of Noelle, all the times he’d chosen Noelle over her.

Looking back, he wondered if Zinnia was beyond disappointed by now.

Maybe that’s why, with less than two months left on their ridiculous marriage contract, she was doing everything in her power to make him ask for a divorce first.