Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 415

Her hand tightened on the doorframe, her gaze fixed on the floor.

He was the man who haunted her dreams, only for the crushing emptiness of reality to greet her each morning. That painful cycle had taught her to stop hoping, to stop indulging in such wild fantasies.

A minute stretched into an eternity…

Zinnia remained frozen, stuck in the exact same position she’d been in when she first opened the door. Then, a large hand rested gently on her head, and a familiar voice, laced with a teasing chuckle, rumbled above her.

“So, not only have I had a sex change, but I’ve aged a generation, too?”

His teasing tone snapped Zinnia out of her trance. She knew he was referring to her calling out for Mrs. Zuma.

Summoning every ounce of her courage, she finally lifted her head.

Her eyes met Landon's—unfocused, yet brimming with a love so deep it took her breath away.

Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Completely at a loss, she managed to say something utterly foolish. “I thought you were my neighbor, Mrs. Zuma. She sometimes brings over things she’s baked.”

Her lips trembled as she spoke, and her hands fidgeted, unsure of where to rest.

“Please… come in.”

The words felt far too formal the moment they left her lips.

“Alright,” Landon murmured.

Zinnia moved to help him, but he bent down with a practiced ease and slipped off his shoes. For a second, he didn't seem blind at all.

She stared, stunned, until he started toward the living room and bumped into a side table, then a chair. Only then did the reality sink in: he really couldn't see.

She quickly grabbed a pair of spare slippers from the closet and helped him to the sofa.

“These are mine, so they might be a little small. You'll have to make do for now.”

“Okay.”

Landon nodded with a smile, though a blush crept up his neck. “So much for showing you how well I've adapted,” he said wryly. “I managed to make a fool of myself right at the start.”

His lighthearted tone made her eyes sting with tears.

“It's okay. You've just arrived; you aren't familiar with the layout yet.”

She remembered her parents telling her about his recovery—how he'd spent a long time recuperating after they'd managed to save him. Afterward, he had to go through physical therapy for his back while also learning to navigate the world as a blind man. They said he’d gone from fumbling and bumping into everything to moving with ease and confidence in familiar spaces, just like anyone else.

It sounded simple enough when they described it, but Zinnia knew how monumental that struggle must have been for someone who lost their sight so suddenly. He had to overcome not only the fear and inconvenience of living in darkness, but also the immense psychological chasm between his old life and his new one.

“Zinnia.”

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