Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 114

The memory of that night—Zinnia looking him straight in the eye, determined and utterly resolute as she asked to end their agreement early—tied Landon’s heart into a painful knot.

For the past two days, he’d made a point of leaving the house early and coming home late, purposefully avoiding any chance of running into her. He dreaded that every time she saw him, it would only remind her to bring up the divorce again. The thought alone made him deeply uneasy.

His mind drifted back to those two weeks he’d left Zinnia behind in Norway. He’d promised her he’d return, had given her his word. But in the end, he’d gone to see Noelle instead.

There were things he tried not to think about, convincing himself that if he just ignored them, they’d fade away. But when he faced them head-on, he realized just how unforgivable his actions really were.

He needed to make it up to her. Maybe he could take her on another trip—just the two of them. With the holidays coming up, it was the perfect opportunity.

With that thought, Landon pressed the intercom and called for Charles.

“Mr. Carter, you wanted to see me?” Charles stepped quickly into the office, nerves jangling. He half expected Landon to grill him about that time he’d gossiped a bit too freely about the boss’s wife.

But Landon got straight to the point. “Clear my schedule for the rest of the year. And find a top-notch travel agency to put together a two-week trip through Scandinavia.”

“Travel?” Charles’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Sir, you’re taking another vacation?”

It hadn’t even been ten days since the last two-week getaway, and with Landon’s relentless workload—he practically worked like a king overseeing an empire—that trip had been a minor miracle, cramming months’ worth of work into the days before he left.

Landon nodded. “Don’t ask so many questions. Just do it. Bring me the revised schedule for my review.”

“Sir, a two-week trip means Mrs. Ford will need to request time off from the hospital,” he said carefully. “I happen to know one of her colleagues. When she took leave for your last trip, she arranged it a month in advance—she had to swap shifts and pull several grueling night shifts just to make it work.”

Even Charles, who wasn’t a doctor, understood how difficult it was for a surgeon in a busy hospital ward to clear two consecutive weeks off.

Landon’s expression shifted as the reality sank in.

He remembered now—before their last trip, Zinnia had barely been home for several nights in a row. He’d never bothered to ask why. Now he understood: she’d worked herself ragged just to free up time for him.

With this knowledge, the memory of leaving her alone in Norway for those two weeks stung even more, filling him with regret.