Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 118

Of all the times for someone to show up, why did they have to barge in right when he was texting Zinnia?

And how on earth did that half-typed message end up getting sent while his phone was still in his pocket?

Landon’s face darkened, his jaw set in frustration.

He stared at his phone screen, so furious he felt like his eyes might just burst a blood vessel.

He jabbed at the screen, frantically trying to explain that he hadn’t finished typing. But after all this time, would sending an explanation now just make it look like he was scrambling to cover for himself?

On the other hand, if he didn’t explain, would Zinnia think he’d sent that message on purpose—just to insult her?

Landon had never imagined that, in his whole life, something could feel more difficult than closing a business deal.

Forget it. I’ll pick her up tonight and explain in person.

He tossed his phone aside, forcing himself to tamp down his irritation.

He grabbed the stack of files on his desk, but his mind was elsewhere.

These were the familiar contracts and reports he usually breezed through, but today, he couldn’t focus on a single word.

He stayed that way until late afternoon, when it was almost time to leave. At last, he left the office early.

“You can clock out now. I’ll take the car,” he told his driver, reaching for the keys.

“But, sir, your hand isn’t healed yet. Driving might aggravate your injury.”

Landon glanced at his bandaged hand, as if remembering something, then replied, “It’s fine. I’ll manage.”

Since Landon was insistent, Richie knew better than to argue.

Landon slid behind the wheel, driving one-handed toward Veridian University Affiliated Hospital.

Landon never allowed her to have a dog at home. She had to be realistic.

“Besides, there’s only a little over a month left anyway. As long as I keep up appearances with Landon in public, it won’t really matter if I don’t stay at the house.”

Zoey nodded.

She couldn’t help but remember the night Landon showed up in the pouring rain to pick up Zinnia. She suspected he did have feelings for her, but she kept that to herself. Her own marriage to Chandler was a mess—who was she to play relationship counselor?

“I’ve got the night shift tonight, but I’ll have tomorrow off. I’ll swing by home to pack up, then I’ll go pick up Dapper.”

Just thinking about finally starting a new chapter after three years made Zinnia’s voice brim with anticipation.

“Need any help?” Zoey offered.

“No, I don’t have much to pack. Two suitcases will do it,” Zinnia replied, shaking her head.