Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 113

Sometimes, Liliana wondered what he was still holding onto when they had reached this point. She gave a slight, humorless smile. “That’s not for you to decide. If I don’t agree to marry you, that’s the end of it.”

“Linton, if you have any decency, just let me go. For the sake of our long friendship, if you agree now, we might even be able to stay friends.”

She meant every word. After learning the truth from his grandfather, a lot of things had become clearer to her.

But Linton wouldn’t have it. His face instantly turned cold, and the atmosphere around him became glacial. His deep-set eyes locked onto Liliana’s. “Come outside. We need to talk.”

“I have nothing to talk about with you.” Liliana’s stance remained unwavering.

“Then we’ll say it here,” Linton countered, his tone resolute and cold. “But there are some things I don’t think you’d want me to reveal in front of everyone. Am I right, Liliana?”

His sharp, piercing gaze flickered meaningfully toward her flat belly. A jolt went through Liliana, and her face went deathly pale. Did he know something?

She wasn’t sure. Her hands clenched nervously, and as she met his eyes, her confidence wavered. After a long silence, Liliana turned away, her expression icy. “This is the last time I’m talking to you about this. I hope that after we’re done, you’ll agree to end the engagement without a fight.”

She couldn’t afford to take any risks, not now, when she was so close to breaking free from Linton. She had to admit, she was terrified he would announce her possible pregnancy in front of everyone. Turning her back to him, Liliana bit her lower lip so hard her palms ached from how tightly she clenched them.

His voice was tinged with nostalgia, and an image of the past flickered in Liliana’s mind. She had been so young then, just four or five, always pestering her favorite little boy to play with her. Linton, mature and serious even then, had never been one for such games. But he could never resist her wheedling. A few soft pleas, a gentle hug, and he would always reluctantly agree.

As a child, Liliana had been a whirlwind of energy, a live wire, a tiny terror. And Linton had always been there, trailing behind her, cleaning up her messes. When Mrs. Cooper got angry about the chaos in the garden and threatened to punish her, it was always Linton who took the blame and the scolding.

As she recalled those sweet moments, her expression softened for a fleeting instant. “Well, then I suppose I should apologize,” Liliana said, her gaze dropping, her voice distant and cool. “I was just a foolish kid, Linton, always dragging you into those silly games and getting you in trouble.”

Linton frowned deeply. “That’s not what I meant…”