Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 220

At this point, his expression fell, and he looked down, a shadow passing over his face.

“I won't deny it—when it comes to Noelle, I always make sure to give. Whatever she wants, I provide. I admit that,” Landon said, his hands wringing together so tightly his knuckles turned white. There was a nervous energy about him, as if he was bracing for judgment.

Zinnia listened with a kind of idle detachment. She had nothing better to do, so she figured she’d treat this like listening to a story, nothing more. Reaching over, she grabbed a handful of salted pistachios from the coffee table—Zoey had bought them for her movie nights—and poured them into her palm.

“I—”

*Crack. Crack.*

The sound of Zinnia popping pistachios broke through Landon's words, cutting him off mid-sentence.

He finally looked up at her, only to find her poised with a handful of nuts, clearly settling in for a tale. Her face was a picture of innocent expectation, as if she were just an audience member, not a participant.

His expression twisted in disbelief and exasperation, eyes narrowing at her. He looked like he wanted to throttle her.

“Could you at least pretend to take this seriously?” Landon ground out, jaw clenched.

Zinnia waggled the pistachios in her palm. “I’m all set for story time. How is that not serious?”

Landon was speechless.

“Zinnia, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he accused, half in frustration, half in disbelief.

For once, she was innocent—she really was paying attention. She split her pistachios in half and offered some to him. “Here, why not snack while you talk?”

“Zinnia!” He practically spat out her name, biting off each syllable as if it were a curse.

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