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Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 192

Summary for Chapter 192: Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby

Chapter overview: Chapter 192 from Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby

In this standout chapter of the Romance novel Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby, Tessa Marlowe introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.

“...”

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. If the bastard was willing to tell her anything, she wouldn’t have needed to ask anyone else.

Her brow furrowed in frustration. “Gabriel, I’m not a child anymore. I’m an adult who can take responsibility for myself.”

She was trying to tell him to stop hiding things from her. Did they all enjoy speaking in riddles? It was infuriating.

She wasn't a kid. What could possibly be so serious that she couldn’t be told?

“Liliana.”

Gabriel’s voice was gentle and placating. “It’s complicated to explain. Just be patient.”

“When the time comes... actually, it’s better if you never know.”

Liliana was at her wit's end.

“Gabriel.”

She ground her teeth, exasperated. “If you really don’t want me to know, then just don't say anything at all.”

“Stop feeding me half-truths and leaving me hanging. It’s driving me crazy. Please, just give me a break.”

Curiosity killed the cat, and right now, Liliana was clawing at the walls, desperate for the truth.

She seethed, taking a sharp breath and clenching her jaw.

Damn it.

One of these days, she was going to explode on all these riddle-masters.

Cryptic people should be banned from the planet!

Gabriel, seeing he couldn't win, tried to soothe her with a few more words before ending the call.

“Wait.”

Liliana suddenly remembered something.

Her scalp tingled. She bit her lip, her tone turning cautious. “Gabriel, there’s something else I need to tell you.”

Gabriel's voice remained soft and patient. “What is it? Go on.”

Liliana hesitated, trying to find the right words.

After a long moment of deliberation, she squeezed her eyes shut, took a deep breath, and blurted out in a small voice, “I’m pregnant!”

“...”

“The baby is Linton’s.”

“...Yes, the baby is mine. It’s mine and Liliana’s.”

Liliana shot him an annoyed glare and couldn't help but correct him. “It’s mine alone.”

Linton looked down at her, gently stroking her hair as he amended his statement. “Liliana says it’s hers alone.”

Liliana rolled her eyes, completely exasperated.

Seeing Linton act so prim and proper was inexplicably grating.

Whatever.

...As if he could fool anyone.

She couldn’t hear what Gabriel was saying to him on the other end.

But just before they hung up, Linton’s expression turned grave, and he emphasized in a serious, resolute tone,

“Gabriel, I’ve thought about it carefully. A child can’t grow up without a father.”

“I’m begging you.”

“Help me convince Liliana to marry me, please?”

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