Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 121

It was the first time Linton had ever rebuked Isabella in front of an outsider. Humiliation burned across her face, and her eyes grew redder. Her gentle voice trembled. "Brother, I was wrong. Please don't be angry."

"If Liliana is upset, I'll go and apologize to her. I really didn't think she would get angry over something like this."

In one short sentence, she had masterfully painted Liliana as petty and unreasonable.

Linton's lips thinned. "Don't say that," he said coolly. "This has nothing to do with Liliana. It's my decision. The way you put it makes it sound like she's the one being difficult."

Isabella was taken aback.

She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but ever since Liliana had become determined to break the engagement and started fighting with him, it was as if Linton had suddenly grown a brain. He wasn't as easy to manipulate as before.

Embarrassed, Isabella pursed her lips and mumbled, "I didn't mean it like that..."

"I know," Linton said, his expression impassive. "I just don't want anyone to misunderstand. Liliana can't stand being wronged." Whenever his girl felt slighted, she would act out. In the past, Linton had found her petulant tantrums rather cute, a part of their dynamic. She would always soften up and come back to him with a little coaxing. But things were different now. He couldn't afford any more fights. He had to avoid any situation that could lead to further misunderstandings between them.

"From now on, don't touch my things without my permission." Linton's gaze was remote. After a moment's thought, he added coldly, "And log out of my accounts on all the apps on your phone. Delete them."

Isabella's face went rigid. She clenched her fists, unable to believe he would be so drastic, all for Liliana. He cared about Liliana far more than she had ever imagined. The realization stung, sparking a sharp pang of jealousy.

"I understand, Brother," she managed, forcing a smile, though her eyes were filled with hurt.

Liliana rubbed her tired eyes. "Not tonight. I'm not hungry. I just want to go home and rest."

"That's fine, too." Aiden lowered his gaze, tapping on his phone. "Mr. Foster is still protective of his own," he said with a warm smile.

"What?" Liliana looked at him, puzzled.

"Check Facebook," Aiden gestured with his chin, his eyes twinkling.

Confused, Liliana opened the app on her phone and scrolled through her feed. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw an update from Mr. Foster's account. He had posted a photo of the gift she gave him at her birthday party: a pair of exquisitely designed, modern-oriental cufflinks.