Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 332

Liliana froze for a second, a flicker of light piercing the fog of her helpless confusion. Then her expression hardened.

Without a word, she turned her back to the man standing in the doorway and closed her eyes, unwilling to even acknowledge him.

Linton, however, didn't seem annoyed. He carried a breakfast tray into the room and placed it gently on her nightstand. "Liliana," he said softly, "you've been asleep for nearly a day. You must be hungry."

He continued his gentle coaxing, "I made you some breakfast. I don't know if it's to your liking, but you can tell me what you want to eat, anything at all." He had made up his mind to stay by her side and care for her during the last two months of her pregnancy.

The truth was, Linton was just as terrified as she was, though for different reasons. The moment she was out of his sight, the image of her huddled in that rocking chair, lost and broken, would flash in his mind, and the pain was unbearable. He couldn't stand the thought of her suffering in silence again, hiding her sorrow where he couldn't see. He wanted her to be happy, healthy, and full of life. It was a future that didn't necessarily have to include him, but it absolutely could not include her pain.

Linton sat on the edge of the bed and lovingly reached out, then he gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face. "Liliana," he murmured, "if not for yourself, then for the baby. You need to eat something. Take care of yourself. Please don't get so upset."

The baby was her only remaining hope, the last lifeline keeping her tethered to this world. As expected, the mention of her child elicited a response. Her voice was raw from crying, a weak but cold rasp. "Get out."

Linton's lips twitched. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, a wry, almost pained smile touching his lips. Well. At least she was consistent.

Stubborn as ever.

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