Too Late, Mr. Cooper: Your Bride Ran with Your Baby novel Chapter 22

Her heart seized.

Their faces were so close they were almost touching.

Liliana frowned slightly, a wave of discomfort washing over her. She struggled against his grip.

"Let go!" she said, her voice sharp.

Linton didn't react. His head was bowed, his pale, cooltoned skin flushed an unnatural red, and his eyes were glazed over. He was clearly very drunk. It was impossible to tell if he genuinely didn't hear her or was just pretending not to.

He raised his large, well-defined hand and gently caressed her smooth, fair cheek. The warmth from his palm was scorching. Then, Linton lowered his head further, his nose brushing affectionately against hers.

His voice, a low, raspy whisper laced with alcohol, was soft and coaxing.

"Good girl, Liliana. Be good... Now, take me home."

Liliana froze.

Over the years, they had rarely been this intimate. The last time, a month ago, had been because she had drugged him out of sheer frustration.

Looking into Linton's seemingly tender eyes, Liliana felt a sudden, inexplicable sting in her nose. An urge to cry washed over her. She quickly looked away, refusing to dwell on it, telling herself it was just the pregnancy hormones making her emotional. Liliana frowned and tried to push him away again, her tone even colder this time.

"Let go of me, Linton. Don't you dare act like a drunken fool with me."

Linton's pitch-black eyes hardened. His hazy, intoxicated gaze remained fixed on her.

In the next second, to everyone's utter shock, Linton leaned down and crushed his lips against hers.

The kiss was sudden and fierce, almost punishing.

The intoxicating taste of alcohol filled her senses as his teeth grazed the corner of her lip, grinding against it, forcing tears to well up in the eyes of the small, delicate woman trapped beneath him.

With his eyes closed, Linton fumbled for the car door handle, intending to pull her inside. A sharp pain shot through Liliana's lip, and the corners of her eyes flushed a delicate red.

A wave of nausea rose in her throat. She shoved Linton away with all her might and, without a second thought, raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The sharp *smack* echoed in the night air. The intoxicating haze seemed to clear from Linton's mind for a moment.

The force of the slap had knocked his head to the side, his hair falling across his eyes.

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