Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 82

Liliana looked at him calmly, her words deliberate and heavy with sincerity. “Linton, I’ll admit, I’m used to loving you. It’s hard to just cut that off completely.”

A flicker of hope ignited in Linton’s chest.

He thought she was just looking for reassurance, wanting him to soothe her like he always did. If he just said the right things, they would be fine.

His lips parted, ready to speak.

But then, Liliana’s next words, delivered with a faint smile, cut him off.

“Maybe being away from you means being away from happiness.”

“But being near you… that’s being near misery.”

Her expression was serene, but her tone was tinged with a deep, sorrowful resignation. “Linton, you’ve become the source of all my pain. If you have any feelings for me at all, then let me go. Stop tormenting me. Do you want to watch me waste away from this depression?”

Her words were a brutal, final blow.

She was forcing him to face the truth he so desperately wanted to ignore: she was done with him.

Linton stood in stunned silence.

His lips trembled, his heart aching so much he could barely breathe. His face was ashen, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as an icy chill enveloped him.

A ringing started in his ears, and he could no longer make out her words.

His kiss was savage and desperate, his lips grinding against hers, his teeth scraping the corner of her mouth. The sheer force of his assault left her breathless, a dizzying sense of being overpowered washing over her. Her head swam, and she tasted the metallic tang of blood in her mouth.

Linton closed his eyes, holding her tighter, pressing her small, delicate body into his broad, unyielding chest. He whispered against her bruised lips, “My sweet Liliana, don’t ever talk about breaking up again. Let’s just be good to each other.”

“We’ll move into the new house tomorrow. If you don’t like my mother and sister, I won’t make you visit the family so often. I won’t let them bother you.”

The corners of his eyes were red as he opened them slightly. His suppressed gaze swirled with a storm of complex emotions.

He stroked her fine, pale cheek, a barely perceptible tenderness in his eyes. He managed a hoarse laugh. “Liliana, we’re not kids anymore. We’ve been engaged for six years. It’s time we moved on to the next stage of our lives.”

He paused, his voice turning stubborn. “Liliana, let’s set a date. Let me marry you. Please?”