Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 200

His eyes, bloodshot and wild, locked onto Zinnia. Beneath that furious glare, pain shimmered, raw and undeniable.

“Zinnia, you can’t do this to me.”

His voice was hoarse, trembling, barely holding itself together.

But Zinnia’s mind was elsewhere, tangled with worry about where Dapper had run off to. Landon’s words barely registered; she didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, her thumbs flew over her phone, posting desperate messages in every local pet finder group she’d joined, searching for any sign of Dapper.

She scrolled through the endless stream of notifications, anxiety mounting with every fruitless result. Panic gnawed at her, making her more impatient by the second.

When Landon still refused to let go of her arm, frustration boiled over. She lashed out, kicking him hard in the shin—with the precise aim of someone who knew exactly where it would hurt most. She was a doctor, after all; she knew the anatomy well enough not to hold back.

Pain shot through Landon’s leg, sharp and blinding, and his grip on her wrist faltered. Zinnia didn’t bother looking back. She darted into the street and flagged down the first cab that passed.

“Zinnia!” Landon lunged to catch her, but his hand closed on empty air.

She slammed the cab door shut and was gone.

Landon stood there, staring at his empty hand, dazed and wounded. For several seconds, he just stood rooted to the spot, numb and lost. When he finally looked up, the cab had already melted into the city’s blur of headlights.

He stayed there for what felt like forever, the ache in his leg forgotten, eclipsed by the sharper, deeper pain tearing at his chest. He doubled over, but even that physical pain seemed distant, muffled beneath the weight of heartbreak.

Cars streamed past on the avenue, headlights flickering, neon signs blinking on and off in the night. Landon stood in the cold wind, motionless, as abandoned as a stray dog left out in the chill. His eyes were clouded with confusion and grief.

After a long, empty moment, he let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh, the sound barely more than a rasp.

“Zinnia, you’re ruthless.”

Maybe it was just the icy air in Veridian City, but the corners of Landon’s eyes grew redder, threatening tears.

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