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Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 133

Summary for Chapter 133: Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby

Chapter summary: Chapter 133 from the book Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby by Tessa Marlowe

Discover the most important events of Chapter 133, a chapter full of surprises in the acclaimed novel Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby. With the engaging writing of Tessa Marlowe, this Romance masterpiece continues to thrill and captivate with every page.

Liliana just stared.

She had to admit, for a fleeting moment, she thought the world had gone insane.

Good God.

The high and mighty, aloof heir of the Cooper family was drunk as a skunk, plastered to her front door, calling himself her husband.

Who would ever believe it?

With a calm expression, Liliana pulled up the feed from her front door security camera and recorded the scene. “I’m not opening the door. If you knock again, I’m calling the cops on you for harassment.”

“...You’re my wife.”

Linton’s long lashes drooped, and his cool, intoxicated voice actually held a hint of grievance. Liliana didn’t even blink.

“I’m your dad. Good boy, son. Say ‘daddy’ for me.”

“...”

Linton didn’t give up. He tried knocking again, his voice low and coaxing.

“Come on, Liliana... Honey... just open the door for me. Let’s make up. Everything before was my fault. I’ll admit to all of it.”

He paused, his drunken mind foggy. His words started to slur, but his hand, moving on pure instinct, continued to tap at the door, a pleading rhythm.

“Liliana, if there’s anything you don’t like about me, I can change it. Let’s start over. Whatever problems we have, we can solve them together.”

Linton’s eyes were red. He stubbornly refused to leave, his head bowed, looking pitifully like an abandoned puppy.

Out of a final shred of human decency, she informed him with a deadpan expression, “Just so you know, I’m not going to take pity on you and let you in, and I’m not calling anyone to come get you. While you’re still somewhat conscious, you can either leave on your own or call someone to pick you up. Don’t sleep on my doorstep. It’ll give people the wrong idea.”

Linton didn’t reply.

Liliana couldn't help but check the security feed again. He was now sitting with his back against the door, his knees drawn up, head drooping, and eyes gently closed. Asleep, Linton was undeniably charming. His sharp features, usually so cold, were softened with a tranquil quality that made it hard to stay angry with him.

Liliana’s eyelid twitched.

After a moment’s thought, she grit her teeth and decided to leave him be.

She had warned him.

It was his own fault for being so persistent. He couldn’t blame her for this. With a clear conscience, Liliana went back to bed to sleep.

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