Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 147

Linton clamped a hand over her mouth, pulling her into his arms.

"Liliana," he whispered, his voice trembling, almost pleading. "Don't talk like that. Please, I'm begging you."

Furious, Liliana sank her teeth into the soft flesh of his hand between his thumb and forefinger.

Linton winced slightly but made no move to pull away. Instead, he raised his other hand and gently stroked her soft hair, his voice a soothing murmur. "Easy now. If biting me helps you feel better, then bite as much as you want. If my hand isn't enough, you can bite anywhere else. My whole body is yours to take your anger out on."

A shiver of revulsion ran down Liliana's spine.

Disgusted, she released his hand and wiped her mouth fiercely with the back of her own. "Get the hell away from me," she spat.

"Liliana," Linton said, his brow furrowed in concern. "Let me take you to the hospital for a check-up, please?"

"Give it up," she said, pushing him hard. She tried to shove him out and lock the door, but he was a solid wall of muscle and didn't budge.

Liliana let out an exasperated laugh and kicked him sharply in the knee. "Get out! Don't make me curse you out."

"Then curse me out," Linton said, his large hand closing around her ankle. He pleaded softly, "As long as it makes you feel better, you can do anything you want to me." Liliana was truly at her wit's end. How had she never realized how infuriatingly persistent Linton could be?

She found herself almost missing the old Linton—the aloof, distant man who, while infuriating in his own way, was at least not this... clingy.

She looked at him blankly. "Can you please act normal and stop this insane act?"

"Am I not acting normal now?" Linton's voice was eerily calm, like the surface of a placid ocean concealing a raging tempest just below, ready to erupt at any moment.

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