Time-Limited Love: A Contract Expired, Not Renewed novel Chapter 97

The elevator doors slid open onto the basement level. Zinnia tightened her grip around Landon’s arm and helped him out.

Suddenly, she felt his full weight collapse onto her shoulder.

“Landon.” She clenched her jaw, biting back her irritation as she called his name.

“Sorry. My legs gave out—I can’t stand up straight,” he mumbled, voice low and rough.

This time, he leaned so heavily against her that his breath, fever-hot, brushed her ear, making the tips flush with heat.

Landon had the physique of a runway model—tall, broad-shouldered, and lean. At six-foot-three and a hundred sixty-five pounds, he was impossible for Zinnia to support with one arm alone. With no other option, she wrapped both arms under his and around his back, barely managing to steady him.

Anyone passing by would have thought they were embracing, not just trying to keep him upright.

Landon’s eyes were closed, his chin resting on her shoulder. The corners of his lips twitched—so slight she almost missed it.

Thankfully, the car wasn’t far. After just a few steps, they reached the parking space.

Zinnia let out a long breath, propping Landon against the car with one arm while she pulled the handle with the other. “Get in. Come on.”

He didn’t respond—didn’t even seem to hear her. His body felt limp, like he’d slipped out of consciousness.

A cold jolt of fear ran through her. “Landon?” she said, voice tight with worry.

He stirred, eyelids fluttering as if dragging himself up from deep sleep. “Hmm?”

“Get in the car. Your wound’s infected, and your fever’s out of control. We can’t waste any more time.” Her brow furrowed as she urged him.

“Okay.” For once, he didn’t argue or resist. He just did as she told him, sliding obediently into the passenger seat.

Gone was his usual commanding reserve; right now, he was quiet and pliant, almost like a well-behaved child. Whatever Zinnia told him to do, he did.

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