Summary of Chapter 219 – A turning point in Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby by Tessa Marlowe
Chapter 219 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby, written by Tessa Marlowe. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
Liliana's hand shot out and slapped him across the face. "Get out," she hissed, fighting to control her temper.
She tried to struggle free, but his arms were like steel bands, trapping her in his embrace.
She looked up at him, her expression cold. "We're not engaged anymore. You and I have nothing to do with each other," she reminded him icily. "Breaking and entering, plus harassment... how many years in prison do you think that'll get you?"
Linton couldn't get enough of holding the soft girl in his arms. He smiled and bent down to place a gentle kiss on her fragrant hair, cooing, "There, there, sweetheart. If you send me to prison, won't our baby be without a father?"
Liliana scoffed. "You were never going to be the baby's father anyway. I have other candidates in mind."
Linton's handsome face darkened. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and smiled. "Who else were you planning to ask? Liam? Or that Aiden?"
"I don't approve."
Linton's tone was forceful. He lowered his lashes again and placed another lingering, affectionate kiss on the soft forehead of the girl in his arms. "Come on, Liliana. How could they be better than me?"
Liliana frowned in irritation. "I don't know about better, but at least they're human."
This made Linton chuckle. He smiled, his eyes soft as he coaxed her, "And what am I, then? Not even human?"
Liliana's tone was frigid. "You're a stray dog on the street. The kind people want to kick when they see you."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she didn't hesitate, raising her foot to kick him.
Linton didn't stop her. Her small, fair foot connected squarely with his abdomen.
"Ugh..."
Linton's brow furrowed, his face paling as a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He looked to be in pain.
"Liliana, I'm begging you. Just for a little while. I miss you so much, my bones ache from it."
Liliana's lips curled into a smirk. "Then you probably don't miss me. It's probably bone cancer. You should get that checked out at a hospital. Don't die in my bed."
Linton froze.
His breath caught in his throat. When this girl decided to be sharp-tongued, she really didn't hold back.
...But so what? Linton savored it.
He gently pecked her soft earlobe and coaxed, "Come on, Liliana. If I were lucky enough to die in your bed, wouldn't that be an amazing way to go?"
Liliana's eyes widened in disbelief. Could perverts evolve? It had only been a month, but this dog had somehow gotten even worse. Was he even human?

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