Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 344

Linton was kicked out by Liliana.

It wasn't the first time the young woman had thrown him out, anyway.

Standing alone outside the door, Linton rubbed his nose and sighed helplessly, forcing himself to endure the sharp, stabbing pain in his heart. Resigned, he turned and headed downstairs to retrieve the stuffed rabbit.

Snow was still falling in the dead of night.

The flakes drifted down, landing on the pale skin of his neck, a cold that pierced him to the bone.

Linton was wearing only a thin black sweater. The loose garment clung to his frame, outlining the broad shoulders and narrow waist of a man with a model's physique, his figure tall and straight.

He looked down at the plush rabbit, now soiled by the snow, and stood in silence for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

What had he said before?

Liliana hated him to her very core, wishing he would just drop dead.

But it was his own damn fault.

He deserved it. He had no right to feel wronged. The only person who had been wronged was Liliana, and only her.

Linton carried the rabbit back inside, washed it clean, and dried it overnight. Then, while Liliana was asleep, he snuck it into the nursery at the Hart villa, hiding it in a corner.

Bending his long legs, Linton crouched down, his expression complicated as he stared at the plush rabbit he had so carefully hidden. A bitter smile touched his lips, one he couldn't suppress.

It was fine even if the baby never knew this rabbit existed.

As long as it could silently watch over and accompany the baby and Liliana from a corner no one could see, he wouldn't have any regrets.

...

No regrets, really?

He was lying.

The more Linton thought about it, the more pain he felt.

He curled into a tight ball, tearing at his hair in despair, choked sobs escaping his throat. He was like a helpless, desperate child, his eyes filled with confusion and sorrow.

In the beautifully decorated nursery Liliana had prepared, the faint, suppressed sobs of a man echoed in the dead of night.

The next morning.

When Liliana woke up, her eyes, still hazy with sleep, vaguely registered a tall figure standing by her bed, like a ghost.

She jumped in fright.

She squinted, trying to focus, and saw Linton's miserable face. His eyes were swollen like walnuts as he stared at her intently, his handsome features etched with resentment, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

“...”

Her lips twitched. She snatched her pillow and hurled it at him, her soft voice laced with ice. "What are you doing standing there first thing in the morning? You scared the hell out of me, acting like a ghost. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"