Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 190

“Don’t even think about sitting in the back and treating me like your driver.”

Landon’s voice was tight, his expression dark, as he tossed the words over his shoulder.

Zinnia just shrugged, unfazed. She wasn’t about to waste her breath arguing over something so trivial.

She circled around the car, opened the front passenger door, and climbed in.

On the drive back to the old family estate, Landon’s sulky mood lingered. Every so often, he shot a sidelong glance at her, as if hoping—absurdly—that she might turn soft again, coax him with that gentle tone she used to have.

Just a word. No, half a word would do.

But the woman beside him was lost in her own thoughts, not sparing him so much as a glance.

Suddenly, Zinnia’s phone chimed.

The staccato rhythm of the messages made it obvious who the sender was. Just hearing it, Zinnia had to bite back a smile.

Landon, already simmering, felt his patience snap. That familiar notification set his temper blazing all over again. He shot her a look, just in time to catch the smile tugging at her lips.

It stung more than he’d admit.

She could laugh so freely with other men, but with him, there was nothing but cold indifference.

Had Zinnia forgotten they weren’t even divorced yet? He was still her husband. And here she was, openly flirting with her little lover right in front of him. Clearly, he’d spoiled her far too much.

Zinnia, meanwhile, was too absorbed in Yuri’s messages to notice Landon’s mood.

Are you coming back to England? When? I’ll pick you up at the airport.

After those two weeks in Oslo, when Yuri had gone out of his way to look after her, she’d been racking her brain for a way to thank him.

Probably before Christmas, she replied.

I’ll send you my flight details.

You better come pick me up.

And you owe me dinner.

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