Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 383

Noticing her distress from the corner of his eye, her delicate face pale and bloodless, Liam quickly handed her a glass of warm water.

He moved to sit beside her, his hand gently patting her slender back to help her catch her breath. His voice, usually lazy and carefree, was now patient and soothing.

"Liliana, don't dwell on these things. Didn't I tell you from the beginning?"

"It's all in the past. We have to learn to look forward. We can't stay stuck in old sorrows, unable to move on."

Liliana was silent.

Her brow furrowed, and she clutched her chest in discomfort. A belated realization dawned on her.

Something was very wrong with Liam today.

It was as if he had deliberately brought up his own past, coaxing her into asking about all this old, complicated drama, all to build up to one recurring theme—

Don't dwell on the past.

Look forward.

On its own, the sentiment seemed fine.

But her intuition screamed that something was amiss.

She frowned deeply, raising a hand to stop him from patting her back. She took a shaky breath.

Liliana leaned back against the sofa for support, her other hand resting protectively on her swollen belly. After a long silence, a flicker of understanding in her eyes, she turned to the handsome, languid young man beside her. Her voice was raspy. "Liam, you've been beating around the bush all day. Are you hiding something from me?"

He looked at her helplessly. After a few seconds of silence, he asked with a low chuckle, "Can you promise me? That you won't get too emotional and affect the baby?"

Instantly, Liliana’s guard went up. She stared at him intently, swallowing nervously before answering honestly. "I can't. It depends on what you're about to tell me."

Liam met her gaze, his eyes a swirl of complex emotions she couldn't decipher. "I've been debating whether to tell you this, especially now that you're pregnant."

"But you hate it when people hide things from you, don't you? Especially anything related to my brother. If I don't tell you now, and you find out after the baby is born, I'm afraid you'll shut down again. I don't want to trigger a relapse."

For the most part, Liliana's emotional state was stable. But depression was a fickle illness; any small, insignificant thing could trigger a recurrence. She needed careful watching.

Liliana froze at his words. A terrible premonition washed over her, and her face went deathly white.

She scrambled to grab his arm, her lips trembling as she asked urgently,