The sharp edge in Landon’s voice made Zinnia arch an eyebrow in irritation.
He was getting way too controlling.
When he went off to spend time with Noelle, she never questioned him, never made a scene. But the moment she came home late after work, he acted like she was cheating on him.
Who would’ve guessed the great CEO of the Ford Group could be so hypocritical?
Landon’s eyes stayed fixed on her, catching the flicker of annoyance and resistance that flashed across her face.
Was she… actually annoyed with him?
Stunned, Landon’s eyes widened as he stared at her, disbelief written all over his face. How could she look at him like that, with so much distance? She’d never looked at him that way before. Her gaze used to be warm, holding emotions she never put into words, but always managed to show him everything she felt.
Now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a trace of that old tenderness in her eyes.
The realization unsettled him so much that his grip on her arm unconsciously tightened.
Zinnia winced, unable to keep a pained gasp from slipping out.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, her voice even and cool as she looked at him, her expression calm and collected—neither angry nor gentle.
But that composure stabbed Landon deeper than any accusation.
Even the scent of her perfume—once soothing—seemed to sting his senses, making the tension between his brows tighten painfully.
His eyes rimmed red, Landon clung to the need for answers. “Where were you?”
Zinnia opened her mouth, ready to toss out the same excuse she’d used yesterday, but Landon cut her off.
“Don’t tell me you went shopping at the mall again.”
Just like that, he’d blocked her half-hearted excuse before she could even use it.

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