Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 358

In the end, Liliana didn't sleep in the nursery.

Mainly because there wasn't a suitable bed.

She couldn't exactly sleep in the crib, could she?

That wouldn't be right.

The dimensions were all wrong.

Liliana had a restless night.

With her pregnant belly, she couldn't toss and turn like she used to, and the feeling of being stuck in one position was frustratingly uncomfortable.

Mrs. Hart didn't get much sleep either, waking up the next morning with a yawn.

As Gabriel passed by the bedroom early in the morning, he caught sight of the mother and daughter, both sporting large, dark circles under their eyes. He paused. "Cosplaying as pandas? Is it fun?" he asked coldly.

Mrs. Hart was speechless.

So was Liliana.

Gabriel might seem cold, but his tongue was just as sharp.

He strolled in, hands in his pockets, and asked casually.

"What's wrong, did you both have insomnia? Neither of you could sleep?"

Mrs. Hart sighed. "It was Liliana who couldn't sleep."

At that, Gabriel's cool gaze slowly shifted to the guilty party sitting sheepishly on the bed.

A slight smile touched his lips. "Liliana, why couldn't you sleep? Come on, tell me."

Liliana instantly tensed up.

Her entire life, the phrase she feared most from Gabriel was—

"Come on, tell me."

Most of the time, Gabriel doted on her. Even if she caused a disaster of epic proportions, he would be there to back her up.

But on the rare occasions when she truly angered him, he would smile and say, "Come on, tell me," which was far more terrifying than any scowl.

If Liliana dared to lie at that moment, he would become genuinely furious and ignore her until she finally apologized.

The last time Gabriel had been angry with her was when her love-addled brain had taken over, and she'd stubbornly thrown herself at Linton, much to his disapproval.

Liliana gave a nervous laugh and rubbed her nose, wondering what she had done to provoke him this time.

Normally, Liliana's word was law in the house, and no one dared to defy her—except for an enraged Gabriel.

And what about a non-enraged Gabriel?

He was right there with their father at the bottom of the family hierarchy, a position they held firmly.

Gabriel pulled over a pink wheeled chair and sat down in front of Liliana, crossing his legs. He asked her with a cool, detached air.

"Liliana, be honest with me..."

"Is your love-struck sickness acting up again?"

“...”

She felt deeply insulted.

Her almond eyes widened in anger. "You're the one whose love-struck sickness is acting up! Your whole family's love-struck sickness is acting up!" she retorted hotly.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, a playful look on his detached face.

Liliana froze, cursing under her breath as she realized they *were* a family.

She pouted and looked down, muttering defensively, "Whose sickness is acting up? Stop spreading rumors. It's definitely not mine."