Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 237

She followed quietly beside Landon as they walked forward. When they passed a group of employees, she heard them all greet them with enthusiasm.

“Good morning, Mr. Ford! Good morning, Mrs. Ford!”

“Good morning, Mr. Ford! Good morning, Mrs. Ford!”

And so on, a cheerful chorus.

Zinnia nodded along monotonously, her expression a little distracted.

The group grabbed their gear and headed to the ski resort.

Landon had arranged for all her ski clothes and equipment well in advance.

By the time she changed—moving at a slow, deliberate pace—her heart was already starting to race, even before she set foot on the snow.

When she finally stepped out of the locker room, Landon was waiting for her by the door.

He smiled as he approached. “Dapper’s all settled in. I hired two people just to look after him, so you can relax and have fun.”

“Alright,” Zinnia replied, absentmindedly. “Let’s go. We shouldn’t keep everyone waiting.”

She’d agreed to join Landon for this company retreat—not just because their prenup required her to play along before the divorce, but for another, more personal reason: she wanted to see if she could finally conquer her fear of snow.

But now that she was here, she realized she might have overestimated herself.

From the moment they’d arrived, she’d felt a chill running down her spine, as if a layer of snow had settled right on her back.

The cold seemed to seep straight through her.

Still, she was determined not to let this old nightmare haunt her forever. She had to find a way to overcome it.

Taking a deep breath, she summoned her courage and headed toward the slopes.

The entire ski resort had been reserved by the Ford Group, and their employees were already kitted out, waiting on the snow.

Many couples were on the beginner’s slope.

If the woman couldn’t ski, her boyfriend would patiently teach her.

Young couples laughed and teased each other, tumbling together into the snow, then holding each other close as they got back up.

Sometimes, caught up in the moment, they’d even share a kiss.

After a lap around the beginner’s slope, she realized she was handling it pretty well.

Knowing she was starting to overcome her stress response, she felt her mood lighten.

A faint, unguarded smile spread across her face.

Landon noticed her cheerful expression and, seeing that she was finally enjoying herself, sidled up to her again. “Zinnia, you’re really good at this! Let’s try a different slope. We can leave this one to the lovebirds.”

She didn’t object, though she did notice someone pointing a camera at them—probably someone from Landon’s PR team, she guessed.

She assumed the photos would be for publicity, and since she was here, she might as well play along.

The two of them headed straight for the advanced slopes.

The moment they entered, the sound of cheers echoed from the distance.

Zinnia looked up. At the very top of the run, she saw someone executing a flawless grab in midair, flipping over amidst the crowd’s gasps.

As the skier landed, the tail of his board sliced through the snow with raw, powerful force, carving a crisp line across the white surface.