Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 225

“Ahem!”

Liliana choked, the piece of Salmon tumbling from her fork and onto the table.

She quickly took a gulp of water to steady herself, then looked up at him, bewildered. “Are you serious?”

“What, you think I’m joking?”

Liam let out a low laugh, his eyes meeting hers. He pursed his lips. “I’m completely serious.”

Liliana was stunned for a moment.

Her slender, pale fingers tightened instinctively, and she lowered her gaze without a word.

Mrs. Hart glanced between the two of them, then broke the tension with a lighthearted laugh. “Oh, Liam, you’re being a bit hasty.”

“Liliana just broke up with Linton, and she’s pregnant. She’s not in the right headspace for this right now.”

Liam’s eyes remained fixed on Liliana as he chuckled. “That’s fine, ma’am. I have plenty of patience.”

“If it takes her a day to move on, I’ll wait a day. If it takes a year, I’ll wait a year.”

“And if she never moves on, I’ll wait a lifetime.”

Liam’s voice had a lazy, almost roguish drawl.

But for some reason, beneath the playful, laid-back tone, Liliana could hear an unprecedented seriousness.

She thought for a moment before pursing her lips. “Liam...”

“Don’t waste your energy on me. I just want to focus on raising my child...”

Liam cut her off, his voice still nonchalant. “Doesn’t the child need a father?”

Liliana put down her fork, her expression earnest as she looked up at him. “And you’re willing to take that on? To raise another man’s child?”

“You’re still young, even younger than me. You call me sister, so I can’t lead you on. Think about this seriously. Love isn’t a game.”

She had grown up, learned to face reality, and she was tired. So incredibly tired. She didn’t have the strength to love like that again.

An overwhelming weariness settled over her.

She took a deep breath, then slowly raised her eyes to the handsome, still-youthful boy in front of her and said softly, “Let it go. Don’t waste your time on me.”

Liam stared at her, his eyes deep and turbulent, swirling with an unreadable complexity.

Silence fell between them, stretching across the living room.

Mrs. Hart looked back and forth between them and sighed in resignation.

She picked up her fork, putting food on both their plates, and was about to try and smooth things over when Liam spoke.

He leaned back in his chair, draping his right arm over the adjacent one. “Alright, I get it. You’re scared. You’re afraid that if you give your heart away again, you’ll just end up getting hurt.”

“If you don’t love, you can’t make a mistake. If you don’t love, you can’t get hurt. You’re just a coward, hiding away in your hard little turtle shell, cutting yourself off from the world, thinking that’ll keep you safe.”