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Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 418

Summary for Chapter 418: Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby

Summary of Chapter 418 – A turning point in Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby by Tessa Marlowe

Chapter 418 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby, written by Tessa Marlowe. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

He hadn't told Liliana what Linton was doing for her in secret.

Since she rarely left the house, she had no idea that he was just outside, holed up in his car day after day, eating and working right there. It was a pathetic sight.

Even a hard-hearted man like Gabriel, who disliked Linton, was beginning to feel a pang of pity.

He went outside to check on the man in the car.

*Tap, tap.*

Someone knocked lightly on the window.

Linton rolled it down, revealing a haggard and exhausted face.

He looked like he hadn't slept properly in days. His voice was so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable, and even speaking seemed to be a struggle.

"What is it?"

Gabriel fell silent.

For a few seconds, Gabriel looked down at the man in the car, whose face was so pale and worn he looked like he could pass out at any moment. It was a sorry sight.

"What's the point of torturing yourself like this? Trying to impress yourself? Liliana doesn't know a thing."

"And I'm not going to tell her what you're doing behind her back. It would just put too much pressure on her."

For the first time in a long while, Gabriel felt the urge to light a cigarette. He pressed his lips together and said coldly, "Linton, enough is enough. Go home."

"You're still recovering. If you keep this up, you'll probably die of exhaustion before Liliana even gives birth."

Linton's dark eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead, a self-deprecating smirk on his lips. He was still in the mood to joke. "What's this, Gabriel? Are you worried about me?"

Gabriel was speechless for a moment.

A vein throbbed in his temple, and he let out a humorless laugh. He was also experiencing a new urge: to punch someone in the face.

Gabriel hated seeing the man before him looking so utterly defeated and exhausted, like a walking corpse devoid of life. It was infuriating to watch.

He scowled, his voice growing even colder. "I couldn't care less whether you live or die. I just wanted to give you a piece of advice."

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