Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 268

The first to emerge was a handsome man with gentle, refined features.

Someone with a sharp eye recognized him and immediately shouted.

"It's Aiden, the Vice President of Phoenix!"

"Quick! Get the shot!"

Someone else, confused, whispered to their colleague, "Who's Aiden? What's his story?"

The colleague shot him an annoyed glance, their fingers flying over the camera shutter. "How can you not know who Aiden is? Why are you even here! He's the VP of Phoenix, Old Mr. Foster's star disciple, and Liliana's senior colleague!"

"I heard he's also the young master of the Grant family from Port Selmar... but that's not confirmed, so take it with a grain of salt."

Every region had its own powerful families. If the Coopers were once the top dogs in Crownport, then the Grants held that position in the Port Selmar area. They were a scholarly family with a century-long legacy, producing generations of talent, but they kept a low profile, remaining quite mysterious to the public.

"Heh, that's nothing. My piece of gossip is way better!" another reporter boasted smugly, leaning in conspiratorially. "See that suit Aiden's wearing? I heard Liliana designed it herself! And the evening gown Liliana is wearing? Aiden designed it!"

"Oh my god, so does that mean they're..."

A stir went through the crowd.

Designing each other's outfits for the red carpet... this... this...

Could it be that Aiden was the father of the child in Liliana's belly?

As the crowd buzzed with speculation, the reporters' fingers flew across their keyboards. The news exploded online, and photos of Liliana and Aiden instantly went viral.

Perhaps it was the excitement of being nominated for the Best New Designer award, but Liliana had been in high spirits for the past two weeks. The gloom that had clung to her was gone, replaced by a sparkle in her striking eyes. It was clear she was eagerly anticipating a win.

Mr. Foster was already waiting for them in his seat. Seeing them approach, he smiled and stood up to help guide Liliana.

"Liliana, come, sit down."

Mr. Foster's gaze fell on her swollen belly. "How are you doing?" he asked with concern. "How many months along are you?"

"Almost seven months."

Mr. Foster wanted to say something more, but he hesitated.

Liliana smiled at him. "Professor, are you also wondering who the father is?"