Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 237

Now, faced with Linton's desperate pleas for forgiveness, Liliana found she could remain completely composed. Two months ago, she probably would have slapped him without a second thought. But now, she just felt bewildered.

She blinked slowly, asking him in all seriousness, "Linton, what exactly are you trying to do?" She looked down at the tall man kneeling before her. He seemed thinner than before. She had no interest in whether he had been eating or living well during their time apart.

The power dynamic between them completely inverted. The one who had once loved so humbly now looked down with cold, detached indifference. The one who had been unobtainable now knelt on the ground, his posture a careful, ingratiating plea.

Linton willingly bowed his proud head, kneeling again and again in supplication. His eyes were red, unwilling to let go, yet powerless to hold on. He had no idea what to do to win her back. It seemed that no matter what he did, she remained unmoved. He could no longer stir the slightest ripple in her emotions.

The realization filled him with a chilling panic that seeped into his bones, making his limbs ache with cold.

Liliana tilted her head, a hint of curiosity in her calm voice. "Linton, you hurt me, and now you expect me to just smile and forget it all. What do you take me for? A saint? You want me to just forgive and forget?"

Her tone was laced with a faint mockery. She just didn't understand the point of his persistent, obsessive behavior now. Could the damage he'd done be undone? No. Then nothing he did now mattered. What's done is done. There were no second chances in life.

His lips trembled, and a soft, gentle smile slowly spread across his face. He looked down and carefully took off his gloves, placing them on Liliana's hands and squeezing them tight. His own fingers were red and nearly frozen. "Sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft, "you're pregnant. You shouldn't be standing out here in the snow. You'll get cold."

"If you don't say it now," Liliana said, her voice flat, "you won't get another chance."

Linton gave a self-deprecating smile. He knew exactly what she was doing. She was pushing him. She knew he couldn't bear to see her suffer in the cold, so she told him to explain himself while he knelt in the snow. It was both a punishment and a way to force him to leave.