Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 206

Chandler had come up with another one of his terrible ideas.

Landon was sorely tempted to smash his beer bottle over Chandler’s head.

No sane person would ever suggest something this idiotic.

Help find him?

If anything, Landon wished that scumbag homewrecker would disappear from the face of the earth forever.

But Chandler kept pushing, coaxing him, “Come on, let’s be real—Zinnia’s been hiding that dog of hers for quite a while now, hasn’t she? You never thought of looking into it?”

Landon froze, bottle half-raised.

For a moment, he just snorted.

What, he was supposed to waste his resources investigating some useless side piece?

Like hell.

He wasn’t the type to skulk around in the shadows, spying on Zinnia’s private life.

Chandler pressed on, “Why don’t we at least go check if they’ve found the dog yet? If not, Zinnia’s probably a mess right now. Good chance for you to play the devoted husband, show her some proper support—maybe even comfort her a bit.”

Landon scoffed, “No wonder Zoey divorced you. Turns out you’re not just unfaithful in bed, you’re unfaithful in the head.”

His wife was heartbroken over her lover’s missing pet, and he was supposed to go comfort her?

Was Chandler insane?

Ten minutes later.

Landon sat in Chandler’s car, his expression shifting through a kaleidoscope of emotions.

Chandler kept his eyes on the road, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

So this was what people meant by “all talk, no action.”

Landon talked a good game, but in the end, here he was.

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Meanwhile, Zinnia had lost all sense of time wandering through the cold night.

“What are they doing here?” Zoey’s voice was tinged with clear annoyance.

Zinnia followed her gaze, and when she saw Landon, her brows knitted together as well.

The car pulled up and Landon was the first out, striding toward them.

He took one look at Zinnia—her nose red from the cold, her face pale—and his frown deepened.

“Still haven’t found him?” Landon’s voice was cold, laced with impatience and disdain. Zinnia couldn’t miss it.

She glanced at him, too exhausted to argue about Dapper yet again.

In his tone, she even detected a hint of satisfaction, as if he was secretly glad for her misery.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice was flat.

Landon met her icy stare. Her lips were cracked and purple from the cold, and the jealousy he felt toward Dapper flared up all over again.

“Just wanted to see how useless your mutt could be—to actually run off and get lost.”

The mocking edge in his words, the gloating tone—after a night spent holding back her fear, Zinnia’s anger finally snapped.