Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 210

Downstairs, Liam, still wearing the apron around his lean waist, stood with a spatula in one hand and the other on his hip, surveying the mountain of delivery boxes in the living room. A bitter, angry laugh escaping him. He stepped out of the apartment, found a quiet corner, and made a call, his face a mask of cold fury.

The call was answered almost immediately.

Liam's voice was tight with suppressed rage. "What is the meaning of this?"

Linton's voice, as cool and remote as a snow-covered pine, drifted through the phone. "It's exactly what it sounds like. Liliana is pregnant. These are things she needs."

Liam's eyes narrowed. "I could have bought these for her."

"Do you know what she likes to eat?" Linton's voice was frigid. He wasn't boasting or trying to assert dominance; he was simply stating a fact. "Do you know what she likes to drink, what flavors she prefers, what kind of clothes she likes to wear, what her aesthetic is, what kind of stuffed animals she loves, what flowers make her happy, what you can do to cheer her up, what gifts will move her heart?"

"Do you know any of that?" Linton's voice a low, calm rumble. "You don't. But I do."

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