Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 298

Chandler shot him a look that said, “As long as you get it.”

He stepped forward, clapped him on the shoulder, and said, “Man, I honestly don’t even know what to say right now. All I can do is wish you luck.”

With that, Chandler walked off.

Noelle had understood every word of their conversation.

The hope in her eyes burned out in an instant.

She stared at Landon, her face drained of color, her whole body trembling as if she might collapse.

At that moment, Landon’s eyes—cold and unfeeling—slowly lifted to meet hers.

“So, you went to the hospital to see her, but really, you just told her everything, didn’t you?”

His voice was icy, every word striking Noelle’s pale face like a shard of glass.

“Landon… I…”

All the blood seemed to leave Noelle’s face. When she met Landon’s piercing gaze, her knees nearly buckled.

Landon didn’t say another word. He just gave her one last frigid look, then turned and walked away.

But that look alone was enough to leave Noelle’s heart pounding with terror. She couldn’t calm herself, no matter how hard she tried.

When Landon’s silhouette finally disappeared from sight, her legs gave out and she crumpled to the floor.

In that moment, only one thought echoed in her mind—

It’s over.

Landon climbed into his car, rubbing his aching forehead, his gaze fixed on the WhatsApp message he’d sent Zinnia hours ago. She still hadn’t replied.

She knew.

She knew he’d “helped” Rosalie by getting Dapper’s abuse video taken down.

She knew he’d “chosen” Noelle over her—again.

So now, she didn’t dare trust him with Dapper.

She couldn’t bring herself to believe in him anymore.

But as the minutes dragged on, there was still no reply from Zinnia. His message might as well have been tossed into the ocean.

He sent several more messages, but the only reply he got was silence.

From the driver’s seat, Richie kept sneaking glances at his boss in the rearview mirror, sighing internally.

He’d always said Mr. Ford would regret it sooner or later.

Richie prided himself on being able to see right through people.

And every new word only proved him righter.

“Mr. Ford, heading back to Royal Bay?” Richie ventured.

Landon leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and after a long, heavy silence, replied in a hoarse voice, “Take me to Eastlight Estate.”

Half an hour later.

Landon stood outside Zinnia’s front door.

He pressed the doorbell several times, but there was no sign of Zinnia.