Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 421

Liliana looked at Linton, her expression flat. Her delicate, fair face showed no sign of anger.

Her tone was just as neutral, devoid of any emotion. "Go wait over there until we're done eating."

Linton was taken aback.

Then, a corner of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly smiled. He was surprisingly content.

At least Liliana hadn't thrown him out immediately.

The fact that she was willing to let him stay and wait for leftovers was a concession to the holiday spirit; she didn't want to make a scene.

Mrs. Hart, however, felt a bit awkward.

She was an elder, and like Gabriel, she had seen how Linton had treated Liliana recently.

She stood up with a smile, intending to lead Linton over to the table. "Oh, Liliana, it's Christmas's Eve," she coaxed gently. "Since Linton is already here, let's just have him join us. We have plenty of room and an extra set of plates."

"Come on, Linton, you can sit with Gabriel."

Mrs. Hart felt a little guilty as she lowered her head to hand Linton a plate and utensils.

Liliana maintained her smile, her voice laced with confusion. "How strange. Didn't Gabriel say he invited him to take care of the leftovers? Why would he sit at the table? Does he even deserve to?"

Liliana was already trying her best to control her temper.

She wasn't shouting; she was speaking softly. Judging by her smiling face, one might think she was welcoming a guest.

But her words…

They were like daggers to the heart, dripping with sarcasm.

Linton felt speechless.

A dull ache spread through his chest, and his already pale, weary face grew even more haggard.

His tall, imposing figure seemed to sway slightly.

This complex mix of love and hate wasn't suddenly tipping in favor of love just because she felt sorry for him. But the festive, celebratory atmosphere of the holiday amplified her feelings.

As an elder, she couldn't bear to see it.

She clasped her hands in front of her chest and glanced cautiously at Liliana, trying again with a gentle, coaxing tone.

"Oh, Liliana, it's… it's Christmas's Eve. Just for tonight, maybe we could…"

Liliana slowly lowered her gaze, her expression impassive. She rested a hand on her baby bump and said nothing.

She didn't agree, but she didn't refuse either, leaving everyone uncertain.

Mrs. Hart looked back and forth between Liliana and Linton, a headache starting to form.

Finally, Terence Hart, sitting at the head of the table, made the decision. "That's enough, Elizabeth. Sit down. Let's eat our dinner together."

"And… uh, Linton, don't just stand there. Go get a plate from the kitchen. Let's all sit down and have our dinner, shall we? Ha ha ha."