Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 204

After asking that question, he let out a self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, makes sense. She likes him so much—of course she’d introduce him to her friends.”

His gaze locked onto Chandler, eyes cold and searching. “Was it Zoey Stuart who told you?”

Chandler was silent for a moment, his expression a tangled mess of emotion.

It was the first time he’d seen someone practically volunteer to be the fool in their own marriage.

Seeing the complicated look on Chandler’s face only cemented Landon’s suspicions. The knot in his chest tightened.

Chandler idly toyed with his phone, an impish, almost malicious grin playing on his lips. “My wife doesn’t talk to me anymore. I saw it on her Instagram.”

Landon lifted heavy eyelids to glare at him, a bitter smile tugging at his mouth. “So you’ve just given up? Zoey’s posting pictures of other men and you don’t even care?”

Chandler shrugged. “What’s there to care about? That Dapper guy is pretty charming, honestly.”

Landon fell silent, feeling not just betrayed by his wife, but stabbed in the back by his friend as well.

He reached for the whiskey bottle on the coffee table and took a long swig.

“Landon, take it easy. That’s strong stuff, man—don’t down it like that,” Connor quickly interjected, worried.

“Oh, come on! I thought it was something serious. So what if Zinnia’s got a boy toy on the side? You’ve got Noelle, don’t you? Happens all the time in our circles. Who here doesn’t have a lover tucked away somewhere? Why get so worked up? It’s not like Zinnia stopped you from keeping Noelle.”

Everyone fell silent.

Landon’s hand froze mid-drink.

His eyes, red from the alcohol, bore into Connor with such intensity that Connor squirmed in his seat.

“L-Landon, why are you looking at me like that?”

“You really think Noelle is my mistress?”

“Huh? Isn’t she?” Connor scratched his head, genuinely puzzled. “I thought you were just keeping her around under the pretense of being her brother. I mean, you definitely don’t treat

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