Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 88

The question was directed at Liliana, but she didn’t even spare him a glance.

She simply smiled at Aiden and Helena and said softly, “Let’s go. We’ve been stuck at the entrance for so long, I hope we haven’t missed anything good.”

As she started to walk past Linton, a hand shot out and clamped around her wrist.

Linton’s grip was incredibly strong, and her skin quickly turned red under the pressure. With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled her into his arms, pressing her against his hard chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head, rubbing it affectionately against her hair.

His arm wrapped around her like a steel band, ignoring her struggles to break free. His voice, cool as ice, held a distinct edge as he said, “Then I’ll leave my fiancée in your capable hands, Mr. Grant.”

“This is Liliana’s first time starting a business on her own. She has a lot to learn, so please bear with her.”

Linton’s tone was domineering. He held her tight, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face. His low, husky voice was a clear, possessive declaration of ownership.

“If Liliana causes any trouble, feel free to contact me at any time. I’ll take care of it for her.”

He then casually pulled a business card from his jacket pocket, holding it between his long fingers. He offered it to Aiden, his chin still resting on Liliana’s head, his enigmatic eyes reflecting an elusive expression.

Aiden’s eyebrow quirked up.

He smiled, completely unfazed by Linton’s display of dominance. He took the card, his voice as smooth as flowing water. “It seems, Mr. Cooper, that you don’t fully appreciate your fiancée’s capabilities.”

Linton froze, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint.

Aiden’s smile only widened. “Don’t worry, Mr. Cooper. I’ll take good care of Liliana. I’m confident that our design studio will soon be making waves across the country.”

“Don’t you touch me. You do that again, and I’ll file a harassment complaint.” Her expression was cold and distant.

She couldn’t believe the audacity of the man, putting his hands on her in public.

Linton was notoriously proud and image-conscious. In the past, whenever she had tried to be affectionate with him in public, he would always pull away, either pushing her aside or making an excuse to leave. He would disappear, leaving her to stand there alone, embarrassed and hurt, only to return much later.

The memory of his icy rejection of her affection only fueled her anger. She scoffed. “You know, Linton, I’m starting to realize you’re a real piece of work.”

Linton raised an eyebrow, ignoring the throbbing pain in his feet. A corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Just now discovering that, Liliana?”

“You’re right, I am. That’s why I can’t seem to let you go. Is that answer satisfactory, Miss Hart?”