Chapter overview: Chapter 357 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.
Liliana lay quietly on the bed, her back to Mrs. Hart. Her captivating eyes were wide open, staring out the window into the darkness.
She couldn't sleep.
Usually, around this time, Linton would sneak in and climb into her bed, holding her tightly as he helped her sleep, worried she wouldn't be able to turn over comfortably with her large belly.
He was always afraid she'd get cold, so he would take a hot shower beforehand, his skin flushed and warm, like he’d been boiled. He was wonderfully warm to hold.
Liliana would usually sneer and scratch his face, trying to drive him away, but Linton’s skin was as thick as a fortress wall; he was impossible to get rid of.
He would cling to her like a burr, refusing to let go, insisting on staying with her through the night to make sure she was okay.
He would stay awake all night, carefully watching over her, never daring to sleep himself.
There was no getting rid of him. He was incredibly annoying.
Tonight was the first time in a long while that Liliana had slept without Linton’s arms around her.
For some reason...
She had insomnia.
Liliana suddenly turned and snuggled into Mrs. Hart's embrace, resting her head in the crook of her mother's neck, seeking warmth.
Mrs. Hart smiled at her. "What is it, Liliana? Are you cold?"
Liliana didn't speak. After a long moment, she gave a barely perceptible nod and mumbled, "Yes."
Mrs. Hart frowned slightly and got out of bed to turn on the heater, muttering to herself.
She blinked and answered honestly, "No, I just can't seem to fall asleep."
Mrs. Hart didn't overthink it. She smiled and said gently, "You probably slept too much during the day. Try to nap less in the afternoon, so you're not tossing and turning all night."
"...Okay."
Liliana slowly closed her eyes again, trying to drift off.
The gentle whir of the heater seemed to be amplified tenfold in the silent, dark bedroom. To someone already struggling with insomnia, the sound was grating.
Now even more agitated, Liliana threw off the covers, got out of bed, and slid her feet into her slippers. "Mom..."
"I think I'll sleep in the nursery tonight."

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