Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

Chapter 193

-Andi-

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Arturo glared at Beckett while I blinked at him, my mind trying hard to figure out how and when he got here. Despite his position on the couch, Arturo didn’t back down. He matched Beckett’s fiery glare with his own burning one

“Hijo, what are you doing here?” Arturo asked, regaining his composure, tugging at his collar, and sitting straight up.

The diners at the table close to ours were now aware of the commotion happening in our direction. One even pulled her phone when recognition registered on her face. She pointed her phone at Beckett, and my mind was already calculating how fast I could grab that phone and smash it to pieces.

Abuelo, I could ask you the same thing,” Beckett murmured, eyeing the seat beside me. I scooted to the side, giving space for Beckett. He slowly sat down, not removing his eyes from Arturo. My husband was like a lion that’s ready to pounce on its prey.

“Me?” Arturo feigned surprise. “I was just getting acquainted with your wife,” he motioned at me with his hand. “I didn’t get the invitation to your wedding, hm?”

For someone who was feared by many, Arturo cares so much about the wedding and my existence in Beckett’s life. Why does he care so much? Didn’t Beckett already relinquish his connection to their family business?

Beckett placed his hands on the table, slouching beside me, as if this conversation was boring him to death. “I didn’t think I was obliged to invite you. Last time we talked, you told me I was nobody to you.”

He made a rumbling sound in his throat as he dismissed Beckett’s claim. “We are family, Hijo. And misunderstanding is part of being a family. Right, Andrea?”

He was ready to slap me seconds ago, and now he’s looking for me to agree with him? His mood changed as quickly as a flick of a finger.

I don’t offer a reply. I just sank comfortably in my seat as I watched Arturo bristle under Beckett’s gaze “Hmmm, maybe in another life… or not,” Beckett said flatly.

I can tell that Arturo was having none of Beckett’s attitude. He straightened his spine, aiming to intimidate Beckett But the latter just merely stared at him blankly.

Arturo forced a smile, pretending that Beckett’s cold treatment didn’t affect him, but I could see through his eyes How the game going? Do they know your plans for the coming year?” His words had weight on that last statement

My curiosity piqued. What is gonna happen next year?

“Next year?” Beckett murmured. “Do you know something I don’t”

Arturo pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing. “I do, and I know that something unpleasant will happen if you dont do wha you’re supposed to do, boy”

“Nothing will happen, old man Beckett’s jaw clenched. “You don’t have the authority over anything downess

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His gray eyes trapped over my lace searching, wondering. He vin a fresh gray shirt and joggers. His hair was still damp a through he had gone straight here after his training,

I nodded I’m fine. I pained. He must have heard my conversation with Arturo, and I worry that he’d believe my words About what I said. I didn’t mean it-

He shook his head, his gaze beseeching, “I don’t mind if that were true. I trust you. Andi.”

He trusts me with his wealth. If only I could show Arturo what’s truly in my heart. I don’t care if Beckett was rich or not. I was used to poverty, and I married Beckett because I loved him, not because of his bank account

“You should have made me sign a pre–nup.” I said. “Maybe then your grandfather will not think of me as a gold digger”

Andi don’t do that. His words don’t mean shit to me. Beckett cooed. “He doesn’t know what is going on between us, so fuck

That made me smile, his words shooting something warm in my chest. “How did you find me here?” I shifted to a lighter opic before I list my questions on Beckett one by one.

It’s not Cole,” he said. “Someone from the security he posted on you is loyal to me.”

Ahh, I hummed, looking at the SUV across the street. I should tell Cole about the mole in his team, but maybe not. “Did you also know about Nana?”

de nodded solemnly. “I’m really sorry about what she did. If I had known, I would have stopped her.”

f1 hadn’t met Arturo tonight, I might have argued about what Nana Lucy did this morning. But my conversation with Cole nocked some sense into me. I need to make something of myself so that no one will look down on me again, like Arturo ust did.

I get her point,” I say, staring at the bottle of Wild Turkey 81. Hearing Arturo compare me to that bottle made me realize a of of things. “I understand that I need to be a better version of myself.”

Andi

Not for you,” I cut him off with a soft smile on my lips. I shifted in my seat so I was facing him. The more I stare inte wenty eyes, the more I lose myself in them. I wonder why it’s not illegal to bear that kind of honesty inside some is Berkell

This isn’t the baseball legend who could rock the stadium with his pitching skills. This is the man who’s genuinely worried bout his wife’s welfare His wife, who is now telling him that her world will not revolve solely around him

I need to do this for myself, Beckett. It just so happened that we’re married