Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

-Andi-

1. JU. TEL

It was rude to just ignore the server’s presence and keep staring at Arturo. But who can blame me? My brain had already shut off, going into places I had been fearing all day.

How did he find me here? Had he been following me around since this morning? And how did he know me? Does he know about my marriage to Beckett?

I played it cool, or at least, that’s what I wanted to do in my head. The server had already walked away from my table, leaving me to my own thoughts. I reached for my glass of wine, took one long ass sip, then turned towards the street view through the glass window.

I can see the SUV where Cole’s men are supposed to be staying. Do they know that Arturo is here? If so, can I ask them to remove him from this building?

I internally groaned. ‘Beckett. Why didn’t you force me to listen to the stories about your grandfather? And why didn’t you tell me about your arranged marriage? Is that the reason you married me? So you can avoid your impending wedding?‘

The longer I sit here alone, the more my mind wanders into the dark places I should be avoiding. This won’t do me any good. I need to talk to Beckett. I should have talked to Beckett.

“Andrea Wilson,” a deep baritone rumbled from beside me.

I don’t need to look up to know who it was. I averted my gaze from the glass wall when Arturo slid onto the couch opposite mine. He carefully set his rock glass on the table, along with a bottle of Wild Turkey 81.

Just like in the photo, he was the older version of Beckett. He’s got the same blue–gray eyes, chiseled jaw, and even their smile. One look and you will know that they were from the same bloodline.

“Yes?” I stayed in character, and even my voice played its part.

“Where are my manners?” he smirked, the wrinkles on the side of his lips deepening. “I’m Arturo Maldini, your husband’s grandfather.”

That answered all the questions in my head. He knew who I was, and it would be futile to act otherwise. “Oh. It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

He dismissed my words and picked up his rock glass, taking a sip. His face pruned as he swallowed down. He picked up the bottle of whiskey and examined the label.

“Have you tried this, Andrea?” he asked.

I shook my head no. “No, sir.”

He poured the liquid into his glass, filling it up. “You should. This one, I’d say, is fine. It’s got that kick from a whiskey, but it’s not enough to satisfy my cravings. I prefer the 101. It’s stronger, better.”

I listened to every word he said, wondering where he was headed with this. He didn’t come here to lecture me about whiskey, right? He came here to intimidate me.

Chapter 192

At Thrusts

He sipped the liquid, taking his time in tasting it. “It’s a substitute for the better boule And this bottle is just like you. Andrea.”

I bite the inside of my cheek as I stop the retort that’s knocking its way out of my mouth. “Why is that so? I asked, my eyebrows raising. Because Arturo looked at me sharply, his gaze was enough to cut me in half

“You don’t know?” he scoffed. “This is cheaper than 101 and you know what happens when we buy something cheap, right?” he runs his tongue over his teeth, his gray eyes becoming predatory They can be easily replaced.”

My mouth goes dry as I understand where he was going with this.

“This is you,” he tapped the bottle of Wild Turkey 81. “Replaceable.”

I should be insulted, really, but this man’s opinion didn’t matter to me. From my vantage point, he’s just an old man who didn’t have things his way, so he’s trying to make everyone feel bad about it.

“If Beckett wanted to replace me,” I blurted out. My mouth moved before my mind could think about it.

Underneath the visor of his Stetson hat, his left eyebrow twirled up. “What did you say?”

I squared my shoulder and leveled him with a stare. “If Beckett wanted to replace me, he would. But he won’t do that.”

He chuckled, it was low and insulting, then his laugh slowly grew louder, drawing a few eyes our way. “You think so?” he grumbled, then his eyes turned dark. “He doesn’t know what he has gotten himself into. You don’t belong in his life, in our family.”

I tipped my chin up. I had to remember that I had already suffered in the hands of the most cruel man in the world when I was little. Back then, I was a helpless child, yet I was able to survive that. I am no longer a child, and I am definitely not helpless.

“Am I really the one who doesn’t belong in your family?” I fired back, setting my foot flat on the ground to steady myself. “Because from what I recall, you weren’t invited into the wedding by your own family.”

I don’t know enough about this man, but that look on his face told me I hit a nerve. I don’t smile, no matter how victorious I felt. Smiling would only trigger him. He’s already clenching his fist around the rock glass, and his chiseled jaw is ticking.

“You fucking bitch,” he said through gritted teeth. “How dare you speak to me like that?”

“Me?” I recoiled. “How dare me? You were the one who invited yourself to this table without permission. sir.”

He shot to his feet, splayed his hands on the table, and glared down at me. It’s like he wanted to punch a hole into my face with that heated gaze. “I will find out what you’re up to, but I will make sure you won’t get a penny from my grandson.”

“It’s too late for that, old man. In case you didn’t know, Beckett didn’t make me sign a prenup. Those words spilled out of my mouth like honey, so true but not at the same time. Beckett knows that I couldn’t care less about his money, but this man didn’t know that. “I already own half of everything he has.”

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