Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 273

“I don’t need you.”

Liliana’s heart was surprisingly calm.

“The baby and I don’t need you. I have people to take care of me.”

She paused, then looked up at him, her tone cold and distant. “If you really had my best interests at heart, you’d stay far away from me from now on.”

“Liliana...”

Linton gripped her wrist tightly, his eyes filled with pain. “I’m begging you, just for these last three months...”

“I have no intention of getting entangled with you again. I just want to see you and the baby get through this safely.”

“As soon as the baby is born, I’ll disappear. I’ll vanish from your life and I will never, ever come back.”

Linton no longer had the right to say he loved her.

In the torment of that recurring nightmare, he had come to understand many things.

Love wasn't about words; it was about actions.

And what had his actions been?

He thought he was being good to her, whispering words of love while his actions tore her apart.

He was the reason she felt so insecure.

What right did he have to speak of love?

What right did he have to shamelessly remain by her side?

Linton’s voice raw, as if torn from his throat.

“Liliana, I promise you.”

“Please, just these last three months...”

Liliana’s gaze fell. “Just let it go.”

She gently pulled her hand from his grasp. Her small, warm fingers methodically, forcefully, peeled his own well-defined ones away.

She walked forward, her expression impassive, her voice serene. “Linton, without you...”

“I’ll only be better off.”

...

In the dead of night.

Liliana woke up, overheated.

The house’s heating was on full blast, and the stuffy air made it impossible to sleep. She decided to go to the balcony, hoping to open a window and catch a cool breeze.

As soon as she pulled back the curtain.

Her eyes caught a glimpse of a black car parked silently below.

The two brothers were as cunning as foxes. Who knew when they would strike next, targeting Liliana and the baby?

He was afraid of scaring her, of causing her stress that might affect the pregnancy, afraid it might end up just like in his dream...

No, he couldn't let that happen!

Linton’s eyes widened in fear.

He couldn't tell her the truth, and she wouldn't let him get close.

After racking his brain, the only solution he could think of was to park his car below her bedroom window and keep watch himself.

He wouldn’t miss a single thing, not the slightest disturbance.

Linton was on edge, jumping at every shadow.

The dark circles under his eyes were stark, and his injured face was etched with fatigue.

He didn't dare sleep, terrified he would miss the smallest detail.

Liliana stood silently on her bedroom balcony.

She looked down at the man in the car, slumped wearily over the steering wheel, his tall frame tense and hunched, yet refusing to close his eyes.

Liliana pursed her lips. She really didn't understand.

What was the point of him torturing himself like this?