Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 41

Liliana was already annoyed.

The mention of the engagement ring only made it worse.

Her face was a cold mask. "I threw it away," she said flatly.

The screech of tires filled the air. The Maybach, which had been cruising steadily, suddenly lurched forward.

Linton's expression turned frigid. He ground his teeth, his voice a low warning. "Liliana, don't say things like that."

"No matter how angry you are, some jokes aren't funny."

Liliana let out a cold laugh. "Who's joking with you? I threw it away. Why would I need to lie to you?"

"Or is it that, in your eyes, I'm just a spoiled girl who throws tantrums and lies to get you to coddle me?"

Wasn't that her image in his mind?

Faced with her rapid-fire barrage of questions, Linton fell silent. His face was an ever-shifting storm of emotions.

After a long moment, he lowered his gaze, his handsome face like ice. "Where did you throw it?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Liliana thought of the cold, rippling surface of King's Moat at night and gave a small, derisive laugh.

"The trash."

"It's probably on its way to the landfill by now."

Linton's eyes grew even colder. "When? What date? What time?"

Liliana glanced at him, bewildered. "Why are you asking for so many details? What, you want to go get it back?"

That couldn't be right. He didn't care.

Linton's jaw tightened, his expression grim. Veins stood out on his long neck.

He looked furious, as if his patience had reached its absolute limit, and he clearly didn't want to speak to her.

Liliana watched him with a cold eye and scoffed. Who was he putting on this life-or-death act for? Acting so deeply devoted—wasn't it ridiculous?

Suddenly, her own temper flared.

They had grown up together, childhood sweethearts.

Over the past decade and more, Liliana had given Linton countless chances to make her believe him.

But every single time, he had let her down.

Her heart wasn't made of stone; it was made of flesh and blood. It could hurt, it could grieve. And when disappointment piled up high enough, it turned to pain and fear.

Doubt, born from those tiny cuts, had taken root and grown into a towering tree. Trust had crumbled, impossible to rebuild.

That was where Liliana was now.

She propped her chin on her hand, gazing out the window, clearly not listening.

Linton had probably tossed the ring somewhere and forgotten all about it, she thought. She'd bet anything that if she asked him where he'd put it, he would just stay silent. He wouldn't be able to answer.

She couldn't help but glance at him. Seeing his tense expression, the impenetrable coldness in his eyes, his patience stretched to its breaking point, she pursed her lips and decided not to press the issue.

There was no point in asking a question when she already knew the answer. The more she asked, the more it would hurt. In the end, she would be the only one left wounded.