Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 422
Summary for Chapter 422: Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby
Summary of Chapter 422 – A turning point in Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby by Tessa Marlowe
Chapter 422 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.
Mr. Hart chuckled a few times to ease the awkwardness, then turned up the volume on the TV to cover the tense atmosphere.
Liliana didn't object further.
She simply acted as if Linton, a man well over six feet tall, was invisible. She treated him like thin air, not sparing him a single glance for the rest of the meal.
Raising her glass, Liliana smiled. "Dad, Mom, Gabriel, Marry Christmas!"
The family cheerfully toasted each other, the atmosphere becoming surprisingly harmonious, as if the unpleasant little incident had never happened.
Linton knew his place.
He had eaten at the Hart family home many times before, so he knew his way around. He went to the kitchen and got a set of utensils he used to use, surprised they hadn't been thrown out after the engagement was broken.
Linton obediently sat at the far end of the table, far from everyone else, as if he were in a separate section. It was a rather bleak sight.
But he didn't make a fuss.
Like Liliana, he treated himself as invisible. He didn't join the toasts or speak. He kept his head down in a timid, silent posture, only taking food from the one or two dishes directly in front of him.
If Liliana seemed to enjoy a particular dish and took several helpings, he wouldn't touch it, afraid of upsetting her.
The tall man was hunched over in the corner of the dining table, looking like a chastened child. He quietly ate his rice, not disturbing anyone, his presence barely felt.
Gabriel glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth twitching. He looked down for a few seconds, then coolly picked up his wine glass and gently clinked it against Linton's.
"Marry Christmas."
Linton was stunned. He looked up in disbelief, quickly swallowed a mouthful of plain rice, and raised his glass, replying in a hushed voice.
"Marry Christmas."
Gabriel was at a loss for words.
He rolled his eyes internally, thinking with detached coolness—
*This guy is acting so shifty.*
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