Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 42

And it would only be her.

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Linton dropped her off at her front door, his face a thundercloud.

He didn't say a word the whole time, didn't even look at her. He slammed the passenger door shut with a loud bang and sped away.

He was clearly furious.

Liliana watched the car disappear into the distance, a small, humorless smile on her face. She turned away without a second glance and walked into her house.

Whatever. If he dropped dead from anger, he deserved it.

When Liliana got home, Mrs. Hart rushed over, fussing over her with worried questions. Only after Liliana promised repeatedly that she would never go out for a late-night drive again did her mother let her go.

Lying on her bed, the first thing Liliana did was text Helena.

[Helena, thank you. Let me know when you're free, I'd like to take you to dinner.]

Helena must have been busy, as there was no reply for a long time. Liliana didn't dare to call, in case she was in surgery.

She lay on the soft bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion.

When would these agonizing days ever end?

Drowsiness washed over her, and Liliana felt herself drifting off into a dream.

She dreamed of her school days with Linton.

Liliana was a romantic. In high school, she loved reading campus romance novels, and her favorite trope was the male lead giving the female lead a ride to school on his bicycle.

Filled with envy, she pestered Linton, begging him to give her a ride every morning and evening.

Their families were among Crownport's elite. They had private drivers to take them to and from school. What wealthy kid would bother with a bicycle?

Naturally, Linton didn't know how to ride one. He thought it was a waste of time—time better spent reading in the car.

Liliana had been disappointed then. But she hadn't dwelled on it. She was used to Linton's coldness and quickly forgot about her small request.

She never expected what would happen the next morning.

But at the end of the dream, the scene shifted.

Liliana saw the boy who was supposed to be giving her a ride, the boy who had promised her. But on the back of his bicycle sat another girl, about her age.

That girl… was Isabella.

Liliana’s eyes snapped open.

She instinctively reached up to her cheek and found it wet with tears she had shed in her sleep.

She stared at the moisture on her fingertips, still dazed, when a loud bang echoed through the room.

Her bedroom door was thrown open.

Linton stood there, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily. His sharp, cold eyes burned with a fierce anger as he glared at her.

"Liliana," he bit out, his voice laced with fury.

"You lied to me!"