Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 403

For the next three days, Linton was gripped by a gnawing anxiety.

He knew Liliana.

Her suddenly agreeing to let him attend the prenatal check-up was definitely not a good sign.

She was undoubtedly plotting some 'brilliant idea' designed to shatter his heart into a million pieces.

Linton understood perfectly that this was a trap, a veritable lion's den that could very well cost him his life.

But he missed Liliana too much, and he longed to see their baby. So, even knowing it was a deadly ambush, he steeled himself and went, ready to swallow any poison she offered.

Linton's mood was a cocktail of complex emotions, tinged with a thread of excitement.

He woke up early to groom himself, even commissioning a rush, custom-made outfit.

A black turtleneck under a tan trench coat, paired with a gray plaid scarf. It highlighted his tall, athletic build and accentuated his enviably perfect proportions.

Before leaving, he stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long time, feeling a pang of uncertainty.

He was just accompanying her to a check-up. Wasn't this outfit a bit too formal?

But then another thought struck him.

The days he had left to see Liliana were numbered. So what if he was a little overdressed?

Hadn't he heard of a last meal before an execution?

This was no different. This was his last meal.

Linton looked at the man in the mirror—exhausted despite the meticulous grooming—and gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile, trying to find some humor in his misery.

...He was so pathetic he was starting to lose his mind.

Linton drove to meet Liliana, bringing a bouquet of red roses and a small, white teddy bear.

"Liliana…"

A sharp crack echoed in the air.

Before his greeting could fully leave his lips, Liliana's hand struck his face without mercy.

She looked at him, her face a blank mask. "Don't smile at me with that pathetic, fawning look so early in the morning," she said coolly. "I can't stand it."

"Now move. You're in my way."

Linton was speechless.

He had taken a solid slap to the face. The faint mark from two days ago, which had just started to fade, was now reappearing with a vengeance.

He raised a hand to his stinging cheek, sucking in a sharp breath. Strangely, he wasn't angry. He even had the presence of mind to think.