Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 185

Liliana didn't believe him for a second.

With a stony expression, she held out her hand. “My phone. Give it back.”

Linton adjusted the coat on her shoulders. “It’s at the house, too,” he coaxed.

Liliana’s eye twitched. A humorless, angry smile spread across her face. Here she was, in a foreign country.

Her ID, phone, passport, wallet... he had taken all her documents and stashed them at his place.

Fine.

Just fine.

She should have taken a knife to the bastard.

Liliana licked her lips and sneered, “I’ll go back with you to get my things. Then I’m checking into a hotel.”

Linton kept his eyes lowered, saying nothing. Anything he said now would fall on deaf ears.

More than that, it seemed like anything he said would set her off like a firecracker. It was better to say nothing at all.

He kept his mouth shut.

He hailed a taxi and took her back to the small villa. The moment the car stopped, Liliana jumped out, her slender figure radiating an almost desperate haste.

He looked like a big, abandoned puppy, almost pitiable. His lips parted. His voice, usually as cool and crisp as a pine forest, came out raspy. “Liliana... you never planned... to tell me about this child, did you?”

His eyes reddened as he held back a wave of bitterness, his voice a stubborn accusation. “You kept saying you wanted nothing to do with me ever again. You never intended to tell me you were carrying our child. And you never planned on letting me see the baby, did you?”

Liliana met his gaze, feeling no guilt or remorse at his accusation. She curled her lips into a bright, dazzling smile, but the words that followed were as sharp and cold as a winter wind. “That’s right. I never planned on telling you I was pregnant, and I never planned on letting you see the child. Not only that, I was even thinking about finding him a new dad.”

She looked at him calmly, a cruel twist to her lips. “That’s exactly what I was thinking, Linton, and I’m not afraid to tell you. So now you know... What are you going to do about it?”

Linton went stock‑still, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His tall, lean frame swayed, and he had to grab the doorframe to steady himself.

His eyes were red as he stared at her, a bitter, pained forbearance filling his gaze. He had expected her to hate him, to be angry with him, perhaps angry enough that he could never win her back. But he had never imagined she could be this heartless, this cruel.