Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 348

Later that day, Martha went upstairs at the usual time to collect the breakfast dishes.

When she knocked and entered, Liliana was already done eating and was reclining quietly on the bed, playing prenatal music for the baby and softly humming a pleasant lullaby.

Martha didn't dare disturb her.

She glanced at the table and saw that the miss had a good appetite today. Surprisingly, she had eaten everything, leaving not a single scrap behind.

Martha beamed with delight. She began clearing the dishes, planning to leave quickly.

"Martha."

Suddenly, Liliana spoke without looking up, her long, thick lashes lowered as she said slowly, "Your cooking was excellent today."

Martha jumped, feeling a pang of guilt.

She didn't dare meet Liliana's eyes, keeping her head down as she stammered with a nervous laugh, "Oh, well... you see, after you had a poor appetite yesterday, I went back and asked the lady for advice on what to cook for you."

"She gave me a few pointers, and it went much more smoothly today. I'm just... I'm just glad you enjoyed it, miss."

Martha forced a smile, her heart pounding in her chest as she risked a quick glance up to gauge Liliana's reaction, terrified she might have seen through the ruse.

Fortunately, Liliana didn't ask any more questions.

She just nodded lightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Martha."

"Not at all, not at all! It's what I should be doing!" Martha said quickly.

Seeing that Liliana didn't seem inclined to investigate further, as if she had just wanted to offer a simple compliment, Martha breathed a sigh of relief.

She carried the empty tray out. Linton was waiting for her in the living room downstairs, his handsome face tense.

Linton's sharp brows were knitted together as he asked in his deep, cool voice, "Martha, how was it?"

Could it be... she recognized the taste?

No, that couldn't be right. Given how much Liliana detested him right now, if she had truly figured it out, she would have already thrown a fit, flipped the table, and called him a bastard.

Linton was self-aware enough to know that much.

Suddenly, his heart clenched with a familiar, sharp pain. A heavy weight settled in his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Linton forced a faint smile, his expression turning gloomy as he lowered his gaze and murmured thoughtfully, "Never mind..."

"As long as she's eating well, that's all that matters."

Three days passed in a flash.

Liliana continued to have her three meals a day upstairs. Her large belly made it difficult to move, and even turning over in bed was a struggle. Her once slender legs had become somewhat swollen.