Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 264

Liam’s eyes locked onto hers.

After a long moment of silence, he let out a low chuckle, as he spoke in a lazy, meaningful tone.

"My dear Liliana, what if I don't like either of them?"

Liliana froze for a second, then seemed to turn her head toward him.

Liam’s gaze suddenly softened. He shifted, bending his right knee onto the bed and leaning slowly toward her. He lowered his head—

—and his elegant fingers gently took her warm right hand. Lowering his eyes, he pressed a reverent kiss to the knuckle of her ring finger.

The warm touch was fleeting, but it sent a cascade of tingling sensations up her arm, like a tiny electric shock.

Liliana’s fingers curled instinctively. Her delicate lips trembled as she started to speak.

With another low, husky laugh, Liam’s voice was a soft, deliberate murmur. "I prefer to write the ending myself."

A blissful union or a regretful separation.

If it wasn't the ending he wanted, he would be the one to change it.

Even if it meant defying fate itself.

The final act of the story could only be the one he desired.

Liam’s eyes narrowed, a flash of stubborn, obsessive darkness crossing his eyes, mingling with the deep tenderness hidden within.

Liliana calmly withdrew her hand. "You should go. I'm tired."

Liam stared at her, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "Then get some rest. I'll come see you again tomorrow."

A soft rustling sound came from the bedside.

Then, the bedroom door was gently closed.

Liliana thought she faintly heard a smiling voice say—

"Goodnight, sweet dreams."

"..."

Liliana’s ears twitched. She turned to look out at the cool moonlight again.

Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but her eyes seemed to be glistening with moisture, catching the moonbeams like tiny, shimmering jewels.

Liam's voice was a low, raspy drawl, laced with a roguish charm. "Whether they like it or not has nothing to do with me."

"My dear Liliana, you're the only one I care about."

Liliana shivered.

She couldn't stand such syrupy words so early in the morning.

She picked up her knife and fork, about to eat.

*Ding-dong.*

The doorbell rang.

Liliana paused, instinctively looking toward the entryway.

Liam reacted faster.

He placed a piece of crispy toast on her plate, his gaze softening as he looked at her.

He coaxed her in a low, smiling voice, "You eat first, my dear. I'll get the door."