Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 469

Linton sat in a corner of the restaurant, his posture tense. He was sitting bolt upright, dressed inconspicuously in black casual wear, a black baseball cap, and a thick face mask.

Tucked away in a dim corner, his attire made him difficult to spot.

Linton’s eyes were downcast, his fingers gripping the handle of his coffee cup so tightly his knuckles were white. He pressed his thin, handsome lips together as his heart hammered in his chest.

He knew Liliana was coming for a blind date today, so he had hidden in the corner to watch. He told himself he had no ulterior motives—really, none at all. He just wanted to see if the guy was reliable, if he was worthy of the girl he had cherished and loved for so many years, worthy enough to be entrusted with both her and her child for life.

…Who was he kidding?

To hell with whether the guy was worthy or not.

He was just jealous. Pure, unadulterated jealousy, so intense it was driving him insane. The person he had protected for so many years… how could he just hand her over to someone else?

Linton’s eyes remained lowered, his fingers tightening their grip. He bit his lip, a fierce unwillingness flooding his dark, brooding gaze. His heart began to beat even faster.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

One beat after another, as if suddenly reacting to some unseen presence, a wave of panic washed over him.

Thump-thump.

Suddenly, the sound of knuckles tapping on the tabletop merged perfectly with the rhythm of his heart.

A clear, pleasant, and gentle voice sounded from right above his head. “Excuse me, you’re the one I’m here to meet for the blind date, right?”

At her words, Linton’s ink-black pupils contracted violently. Panic and disbelief flashed in his deep, dark eyes. He kept his head bowed, instinctively wanting to pull his mask up higher to cover his face. His voice was low and hoarse. “No… you have the wrong person.”

Liliana watched him quietly, blinking. She checked the table number again, then broke into a smile, her fair, delicate face lighting up with a radiance as brilliant as a spring blossom.

“Table 105. I’m not mistaken. It’s you.”

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