Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 259

Gabriel opened the door.

Standing outside was Liam, a cheerful smile on his face.

Gabriel frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Liam peered into the house, a little disappointed not to see the familiar figure he was looking for. His smile innocent and sweet. “Just dropping by.”

Gabriel was unimpressed.

He raised an eyebrow at him. “You have a lot of free time?”

Liam had no free time at all lately. He was swamped. He had to keep an eye on the police interrogating Isabella to make her confess, while also sending people to search for the Nightfall brothers to help the Grayson family find Logan. The Grayson family was pressing him hard, like an invisible mountain threatening to crush him.

Liam felt like a fish gasping for air on dry land. Sooner or later, he was going to suffocate on the desolate shores of the Grayson family.

He had heard earlier that day that Liliana was returning to the country. For this nearly suffocated little fish, the news was like a splash of refreshing water, allowing him to take a deep breath and feel like he could flop around for a few more days.

Liam’s lips curved into a smile. Thinking of the person he missed so much, his eyes softened.

Time was like water in a sponge; if you squeezed it hard enough, you could always get some out. Liam had managed to squeeze out an entire fish tank’s worth, all for the chance to see Liliana. Today, not even God himself could stop him.

He smiled at Gabriel, looking at him, and pleaded in a low voice, “Gabriel, just let me in, please.”

A real man knows when to bend. To see Liliana, he was willing to go all out.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when Mrs. Hart suddenly popped her head out from behind him.

Seeing Liam’s innocent and charming smile, she exclaimed in surprise, “Liam, what are you doing here?”

Mrs. Hart enthusiastically led him into the house, smiling. “This is Liam, Liam Grayson.”

Mr. Hart looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then said nothing. He simply nodded, his tone polite. “Well, come in then. We haven’t had dinner yet. You can chat with them for a bit. The food will be ready soon.”

As he spoke, Mr. Hart rolled up his sleeves, intending to head to the kitchen.

Liam walked over with a sweet smile and said in a low voice, “Mr. Hart, let me help. You and Mrs. Hart should rest. I’ll cook.”

Mr. Hart paused, raising an eyebrow in surprise. He laughed heartily, his demeanor clearly warmer than before. “That’s alright, young man. The thought is enough. You’re a guest in our home. We can't have our guests cooking. You...”

“Terence!”

Mrs. Hart quickly cut him off, giving him a meaningful look. She smiled and said, “Liam helped take care of us when we were abroad. He knows what Liliana likes to eat. Let him and Gabriel handle it. We can go to the living room.”