Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 247

Linton went completely rigid.

He looked up, his eyes wide with disbelief at the impassive girl before him.

His throat bobbed, his pale, bloodless lips parting and closing, unable to form words.

Linton wanted to ask her what she meant, that he had killed her with his own hands.

But he was terrified.

A profound, nameless fear constricted his throat, robbing him of the ability to speak, to utter a single word.

After a long silence.

Linton stared at Liliana, the corners of his eyes red. His bruised lips trembled as he spoke, his voice raspy with despair and grief.

“Liliana, you say I killed you with my own hands.”

“Then, what if... what if I give this life back to you? Would you be willing to forgive me then? To give me one more chance?”

Liliana froze for a second, not understanding what he meant.

Then, in the next instant.

Linton summoned a final burst of strength. With his bleeding, mangled hands, he gripped the window bars, gritting his teeth and pulling himself upward.

He reached one arm through the bars, cradling the back of Liliana’s head, his forceful grip pulling her forward. Then, through the cold iron barrier, he closed his eyes and crushed his lips against hers.

The kiss was overwhelming, fierce and almost violent, leaving Liliana breathless.

Her face flushed, she tried to push away the man holding her head in a vice-like grip, but he bit her lip, hard.

The metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Linton’s eyes remained closed, his long lashes trembling. The aggressive kiss softened into a tender, lingering caress.

He gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips, then slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unspoken emotions, filled with a deep reluctance to let go and an overwhelming tenderness.

“Liliana...”

Linton strained to hold himself up, his body nearing its limit. His hand tightened on the back of her head, bringing her closer to the window until their foreheads touched intimately.

A gentle smile bloomed on his lips. He gazed at her with loving devotion and coaxed her softly.

“I don’t know when I killed you, but since you said it, I believe you.”

“Whether I took your life or your spirit... your life, I’m giving it back to you now.”

As he finished, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face.

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