Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 287

Xander hadn’t fallen asleep at all. He lay there, listening to the two of them chatting away in his hospital room as if he weren’t even there, and let out a long, weary sigh.

At this rate, would he even live long enough to inherit the Jensen family business?

Meanwhile, Noelle stormed back into the house, her face still dark with anger. She’d barely set foot inside when a housekeeper hurried over and said, “Miss, there’s a Mr. Quade Zuma outside. He says he’s a friend of yours and would like to see you.”

“Quade?” Noelle’s brows drew together instantly, her disgust plain as day.

“What does he want?”

“He didn’t say, Miss. Only that he’d like to speak with you in person.”

“Who wants to see him? Tell him to get lost!” Noelle waved her hand impatiently, “I’m in no mood for this.”

“Yes, Miss.”

The housekeeper turned to leave, but Noelle called her back. “Forget it, I’ll go see what he wants.”

When Noelle came downstairs, she found Quade sprawled out on the leather sofa in the living room, legs crossed, drumming his fingers on the armrest and occasionally letting out exaggerated sighs.

“Rich folks really know how to live, huh,” he muttered, clicking his tongue.

Noelle shot him a look of utter disdain as she descended the stairs.

Hearing footsteps, Quade glanced over his shoulder. When he saw Noelle, he grinned, all shameless charm, and pushed himself up from the sofa, striding over to her.

“Noelle, it’s been ages!” He reached out as if to shake her hand, but she dodged him, her expression just as icy as before.

“What do you want, Quade?”

Quade chuckled, his gaze running over her in a way that made her skin crawl, before finally replying, “I’m here for the rest of the payment, of course. My old man’s taking the fall for everything. He’ll be sentenced soon. You haven’t forgotten you owe us the rest, right?”

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