Chapter overview: Chapter 337 from Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby
In this standout chapter of the Romance novel Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby, Tessa Marlowe introduces new challenges, powerful emotions, and major plot progress that captivate readers from beginning to end.
Liam stood outside, one hand casually tucked in his pocket. He was leaning down slightly, a roguish grin on his face as he peered through the window, though the smile didn't quite reach his cool, calculating eyes.
Linton pressed his lips into a thin line, his handsome face hardening with displeasure. He lowered the window, his voice clipped and cold. "What is it?"
Liam licked his lips, raising an eyebrow. His tone was casual but carried a pointed weight. "Was it you who found Logan and brought him back to the Grayson family?"
Linton's tongue was as sharp as ever. "What do you think?" he retorted sarcastically. "Did he just magically reappear? Are you hoping Santa Claus dropped him off early this year?"
Liam let out a short, sharp laugh. "Someone's in a foul mood. Who pissed in your cereal?"
Then again, he thought, the man's default setting was 'venomous.' "No wonder Liliana doesn't want you, Cooper," Liam said, a mockingly innocent look in his eyes. "Not with a mouth like that."
Linton just scoffed.
Liam wasn't in the mood to trade barbs all day. He straightened up, shoving both hands in his pockets, his lazy, rebellious demeanor giving way to something more serious. "Regardless, thanks for finding Logan." He continued, "I know you've got a civil war brewing in the Cooper family. Damian Cooper is trying to wrestle back control of Crownport's business world from you, and he's been making plenty of moves in the shadows. He's sent quite a few assassins after you these past few days, hasn't he?"
Liam's gaze shifted, and he noticed the cake boxes in Linton's car. A slow, meaningful smile spread across his face. "You know what? I'll let that slide. After all... I can walk right in there and see Liliana, while you're stuck out here, secretly watching, all alone with a pile of cupcakes no one's going to eat. How pathetic."
Linton's head snapped toward him, a terrifying, murderous glint in his eyes. "You have a death wish?" he sneered.
Liam wasn't intimidated. He shrugged nonchalantly, his expression a mask of pure provocation. "Take your time waiting out here, Cooper. Wait until the end of time, for all I care. Excuse me, I'm going to go see Liliana now. Ta-ta!"

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