Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 280

“And there’s no need for Mr. Grayson to call me Aiden.” Aiden’s lips held a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. His gaze sharpened behind his glasses as he continued slowly, “After all... I could hardly bear the honor of being called... by the illegitimate son of Crownport's Grayson family.”

Liam went still.

Liliana froze.

Oh.

Wow.

That comeback was swift and brutal. Liliana felt a pang of despair. Aiden might seem gentle and approachable on the surface, but his words could be just as sharp. When he decided to strike, he didn't just poke; he twisted the knife right where it hurt the most. Fast, vicious, and precise. One strike, and it was fatal. You want to expose me? I'll burn your whole world down. If I can't play, no one can.

Liam's face instantly darkened, a storm gathering in his eyes. His handsome features seemed to freeze over with a layer of ice that was chilling to behold.

A dangerous glint in his eyes as he let out a low, humorless laugh. “Well said, Mr. Grant.” Liam’s smile was chillingly grim. He looked utterly furious.

The secret he had buried for years, the one thing he never wanted Liliana to know, had just been ripped out into the open by Aiden, raw and bloody.

A sudden, unfamiliar panic seized him. He kept his composure on the surface, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing a glance at Liliana, carefully trying to gauge her expression.

His fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. He was terrified.

Liliana felt his furtive, complicated gaze on her.

Liam stood to the side, his head bowed, his long lashes casting shadows on his face. The messy hair on his forehead fell forward, hiding the turbulent emotions in his eyes. He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, with his hands shoved in his pockets, he let out a short, sharp laugh. He narrowed his eyes, his voice dangerously low. “See that, Aiden? Liliana doesn’t care.”

As he said it, his tall frame was rigid with tension. His heart was hammering against his ribs so fast he thought it might burst. He watched Liliana out of the corner of his eye, a cold sweat forming on his back.

He was someone who was never meant to see the light of day. He was destined to hide in the cold darkness for his entire life, just to survive.

His throat tight. He wasn't sure. How could he be? She was the precious daughter of the Hart family of Crownport, a princess who had been cherished and adored since the day she was born. Why wouldn't she be disgusted by someone like him—a stray dog, the dirty little secret of a powerful family?