Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 187

Liliana had never imagined that Linton would actually go to the trouble of retrieving the engagement ring she’d tossed into the King’s Moat.

She had honestly thought he didn’t care.

In the man’s broad palm lay the ring that had once been uniquely theirs.

Liliana had designed it herself.

She remembered staying up for three days and nights, buzzing with excitement, yet dissatisfied with every sketch she produced. In the end, she’d gotten so frustrated she started to cry. Linton had held her then, wiping away her tears and comforting her.

How gentle had he been back then?

He had kissed her mouth, nibbled on her earlobe, and wrapped her in his arms, nuzzling her soft cheek as he whispered, “My sweet Liliana, don’t cry. Whatever you design for our engagement ring, I’ll love it.”

“No, that’s not good enough!”

Liliana had always been stubborn.

A delicate flower spoiled by her family since birth, she refused to settle for anything less than perfect. She wanted the best, the most satisfying, the most unique—something no one else could have. She craved that one-of-a-kind devotion.

On that point, she never budged, as stubborn as a mule.

Linton knew nothing about design. All he could do was help her research, gather materials, and occasionally offer a spark of inspiration.

At the time, he was swamped with taking over the family business, running between the company and school, so busy he barely had time to eat. Yet, he had somehow managed to carve out a few days to hole up with her in her bedroom and help her design their ring.

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