Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 208

Chapter 208

-Andi-

The sun was beating down on me, but I couldn’t care less if I burned under the scorching daylight. There was a l in my throat that multiplied in size each second it ticked by.

She’s Sophie, the girl from Santa Monica, and she was even prettier in daylight, surrounded by green scenery an

Beckett.

They hugged each other, and a knife materialized in my guts, twisting painfully as they stayed glued together.

I have their side profile, so I can also see Beckett’s genuine smile when seeing Sophie. What the hell is going on? V Beckett hugging the woman he’s supposed to marry?

They looked cozy as they walked together inside the boarding school. Sophie’s yellow summer dress made her sm >righter, her skin smoother, and her face glowing. As though Beckett felt my presence in the distance, he looked ir direction, and he immediately stiffened.

feel bad, but I probably looked worse. Beckett quickly left Sophie’s side and jogged to where I was. The latter was rowning as she probed where Beckett was going, landing in my spot. She stopped on her tracks and watched as Be rossed the wide distance between us in five seconds; he wasn’t even catching his breath from the length that he ran

‘Hey, what are you doing here?” he gushed, looking behind me at the barn worriedly, then back at my face. “It’s scor here, let’s go back inside.” He placed a hand under my elbow, gently tugging me back into the boarding school, but I

way from his hold.

‘I know who she is,” I said, the words leaving my mouth like bile.

Beckett frowned and looked over his shoulder. Sophie waved in our direction, still smiling, and I decided at that poin hate her pretty smile. I hate her beautiful face. I hate her silky hair, and I hate everything about her!

That? She’s Sophie,” he murmured so cooly as if nothing was wrong. “Come, I’ll introduce you to her.” He once again;

hand under my elbow, and I pulled it back with twice the annoyance I had before.

‘I know you’re supposed to marry her, not me, Beckett,” I glared at him, and I hate how my voice sounded so broken, s

burt

Beckett staggered on his footing, and he never staggered. “Andi.”

“Don’t feed me with lies,” I clenched my fist “Why did you bring me here, huh?”

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“You’re mad,” he pointed out. It was as clear as the day that I was mad. He didn’t have to tabel what I felt

“I am!” I groaned, wanting to pull out my hair

I was evading this conversation as much as possible. After my conversation with Cole. Fired to move on from knowing tha Beckett was already set to marry someone che but it seems that fate has other plans for me Everything that happened bed me here, to seeing this wasian in broad daylight

“How should I feel about finding out about for huh? I mean look at her! She’s she’s everything that I am not ‘I bit the insides of my checks, holding everything inside

I didn’t want to have a meltdown in the middle of this lawn. I didn’t want to fight with Beckett in this open, public space and most of all, I don’t want Sophie to see that she’s winning by messing with my head

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Berkeu blinked gume, a slow, sexy smile tugging on his lips.

‘He’s smiling? Why the hell is he smiling? Can’t he see I’m fuming? Ugh!”

I narrowed my eyes at him until I could only see him in a very thin view.

He raised his hands in the air. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to smile.”

‘But you’re still smiling!” I huffed, glowering deeper at him.

Because…” he cleared his throat, squaring his shoulder. “because you look cute when you’re jealous.”

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That is not the point of this conversation, Beckett Hale,” my molars ground, I could already taste dust in my mouth.

Ah… then what is it? Sophie?” he wanted to know. “She’s just a friend.”

Who you were supposed to marry?” I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. “Everyone knows it apart from me. ven Abigail knows it. Why am I the only one who doesn’t know about her?”

Because she’s not important, Andi, you’re my wife. You don’t have to be jealous,” he said ever so calmly as though he was ast telling me about the weather.

It’s important,” I laid out. “You should have told me about this before we got married. What am I now? A mistress?”

le pursed his lips, his gaze darkening. “You’re not, and don’t ever call yourself that. You are Mrs. Hale.”

Then why didn’t you tell me?” I pouted, my throat becoming strained. “I had to know from everyone else.”

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