Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 198

Zinnia sensed the tension, glanced sideways at Landon, and pressed him again, “Can you drive a little faster?”

Landon’s expression darkened. “My hand’s still not healed. I can’t go any faster.”

She wanted to point out that his hand had nothing to do with pressing the gas pedal, but it was obvious he was just being difficult. She decided not to argue. “Then let’s switch. I’ll drive.”

Landon said nothing, jaw clenched tight, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“At the next intersection, just let me out. You don’t have to take me any further,” Zinnia said, her tone flat.

If it weren’t for the fact that you couldn’t get a cab in this wealthy neighborhood, she wouldn’t have bothered getting in Landon’s car at all.

Landon took several deep breaths, trying—and failing—to rein in his irritation. “Zinnia, do you even care?” he burst out suddenly. “I’m your husband, for God’s sake. Can’t you spare even a fraction of the patience you have for that dog—for me?”

He didn’t realize how much his voice had risen, or how it trembled slightly with hurt and accusation.

The car was cloaked in shadows, save for the streetlights flickering past and casting a pale glow across Landon’s face, highlighting the red veins in his eyes.

Zinnia stared at him, not a hint of guilt on her face—only total bewilderment. She finally voiced the question that had been bothering her for days: “Why are you always so hung up on my dog? Did you get bitten or something as a kid?”

Landon fell silent, too blinded by anger to catch the irony in her words. All he saw was her complete indifference to his feelings.

It was like a child throwing a tantrum in hopes someone will finally pay attention—only to be met with cold, amused indifference, as if he were some kind of spectacle.

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