Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 333

But when she stepped into the living room—transformed into what looked unmistakably like the scene of a proposal, packed with Landon’s friends—Zinnia froze.

For a moment, she couldn’t process what she was seeing.

It wasn’t until she saw Landon emerge from the crowd, holding a bouquet of exquisitely wrapped blue roses, that everything started to make sense.

He looked immaculate in a perfectly tailored suit, even more refined and captivating than ever. For a split second, Zinnia was transported back to the day of their college orientation, watching him deliver the student speech: confident, radiant, untouchable.

But compared to the bright, ambitious young man she remembered, Landon now seemed shrouded in an unmistakable nervousness.

He walked slowly toward her, then dropped to one knee.

“Zinnia, I know our three years of marriage have been hard on you. I’ve never truly fulfilled my duty as your husband, and I’m grateful for how patient you’ve been with me. Today is our third anniversary, and I want to ask—will you give me another chance? Just one chance to love you properly. Please?”

He gazed up at her, his eyes pleading, and held out the bouquet.

Zinnia loved flowers. She had even grown them herself.

On the wide rooftop garden of the home they’d shared, she’d planted all sorts of blooms, quietly hoping that the secret meanings of those flowers would somehow reach Landon.

But there was one flower she could never manage to grow: the elusive blue rose, symbolizing “deepest love.” It wasn’t a flower you could find in nature; it took special dyes and chemicals, carefully sprayed onto a hybrid rose bred just for the effect.

The meaning was beautiful, but the process always left behind a trace of something artificial. No matter how striking it looked, no matter how meticulously it was cultivated, the blue rose was never real—it was always man-made. A “fake” real flower.

Just like this moment, just like Landon’s sudden, inexplicable affection for her.

It looked real enough—but she couldn’t escape the feeling that it was all an illusion. She couldn’t tell what was genuine, and what was just for show.

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