Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 338

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There were times Linton genuinely wanted to strangle every last one of the unwanted suitors buzzing around Liliana.

He forced a tight, humorless smile and lowered his gaze, saying nothing as he sat in the car, a grim look on his handsome face.

Liam had been about to walk away, but when he didn't hear the usual sarcastic retort from Linton, he paused, finding it strange. He turned back, curiosity getting the better of him, and leaned down to peer into the car again. He tapped on the window. "Hello? Did you die in there?"

Linton slowly lifted his eyelids but didn't bother looking at him. "Get lost," he said, his voice cold and clipped. That one phrase perfectly conveyed that his mood had hit rock bottom.

Liam chuckled softly. "What, are you actually depressed?" he taunted. "Come on, this isn't like you. It's making me nervous. Say something insulting, or I won't be able to relax."

It was true. When Linton wasn't acting like a jealous maniac over Liliana, Liam genuinely felt uneasy. Had the man finally snapped and retreated into some silent, twisted version of himself?

Liam didn't believe for a second that Linton would ever give up on Liliana. He'd been in love with her for over two decades; that love was etched into his very bones. Linton would sooner give up his own life than give up on her. When it came to being lovesick fools, neither of them was really in a position to judge the other.

Liam narrowed his eyes, watching him. Linton remained silent. Liam waited a few more seconds before deciding it was pointless. He shrugged, bored, and turned to leave.