Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

-Andi-

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Somehow, I didn’t mind that Beckett’s large hand was ironclad around my wrist. In fact, I liked that he’s taking me away from the courtyard.

He dragged me along–through the warm glow of lanterns, down a dimly lit walkway that curled behind the mansion, away from the chatter, laughter, and music of the celebration. His strides were long and deliberate, each one echoing determination.

His broad back loomed ahead, like a man on a mission. Was this a mission? And if so… was I the target?

“Beckett-” I gasped, struggling to catch my breath. “Where are we going?”

He said nothing, his grip tightening slightly with each step.

The path opened onto a small patio. It looked like an igloo, but made with glass. It glimmered in the dim light, surrounded by climbing roses and creeping vines. Fairy lights shimmered along the dome, casting soft patterns across the cushioned chairs and small table inside. It felt like a secret world tucked away from the rest of the estate.

As soon as we stepped inside, he released my wrist, and the door slid closed silently behind us.

Beckett’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he stared at me through the tip of his nose before beginning to pace. Back and forth. Back and forth. Shoulders tight, breath uneven, hands raking through his hair as though he could pull the tension out from roots to scalp.

I stood in the middle of the igloo, warm air brushing against my skin, but my heart felt frozen. I wrapped my arms around myself as if to protect my body from hypothermia.

“Are you… mad at me?” My voice was barely a whisper. “Because if you want me to leave the party, I. I can.“

I hadn’t seen any soul or structure from a mile away from the mansion. I didn’t even know where the nearest road or town was, but if he asked me to leave, I would even if it meant walking a mile through nothingness.

He stopped so abruptly that his Italian shoes squeaked against the marble floor.

“Andi,” he murmured, my name falling from his lips like a warning and a confession.

He turned, and this time I felt the full weight of his gaze. Really looked at me. My costume—the one Lita and Span for agonised over for twenty minutes–was suddenly all too real under his scrutiny.

The off–shoulder, beaded midnight–blue dress hugged my waist and fell to my knees. Loose curls framed hours single silver bracelet glinted on my wrist, paired with dainty heels that made me feel like a stranger in an own body

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Chapter 31

me a lie?”

His gaze was cold and intense. “You don’t know anything about Nana or this family.”

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I recoiled, my hands falling to my sides. It was always hard to hear the truth from him, even harder than his cold silences. “I know, right? All of you are… strange. Even Siobhan. They told me not to believe what I see, and now you’re telling me not to believe what I hear? What am I even doing here, huh? I told you I just want to stay at the estate and do the freaking laundry!”

My voice cracked slightly. I wasn’t a child–but sometimes it felt like everyone around me acted as if I were.

Silence fell over the igloo. Then something raw flickered in him–something vulnerable he didn’t show anyone else.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he murmured, calmer now. “My family is the problem, not you… You were never the problem.”

I lowered my gaze to my shoes, still reeling from his words. “I… I just want to go back to the estate.”

“I’ll take you,” he sighed, shoulders slacking. If he wanted me to leave this place, he could have just said so. I would have understood. The party wasn’t for me, anyway. “Let’s go home, okay?”

‘Home.’ Hearing him say that made something stir inside me. Was this his way of accepting me as a human being in his home and not as some stray? I would never know for sure, but I would take the offer, just to escape this overwhelming place.

“Okay,” I whispered, ready to leave, but a knock on the glass stopped us both.

A guard stepped in, bowing slightly. “Sir. Your friend has arrived. He’s waiting in the courtyard.”

Beckett stiffened, as if cold water had been poured over him.

He nodded once, then turned to me. “That must be Jace. Stay here while I speak with him.” His voice was firm. commanding, yet not harsh. “There’s a seat and a table. Just… wait for me here.” He glanced at the guard. “Stay with her. Keep her company.”

“My–sir-”

“I’ll be back.” His eyes softened for a heartbeat, then he was gone, slipping into the night.

The guard melted into the corner, an immovable presence rather than a companion. I sat, hands trembling slightly Beckett’s absence was suddenly becoming unbearable.

The door opened again–but it wasn’t Beckett.

A guy in a grey suit entered, dark eyes gleaming with amusement and something dark. He smiled slowly, confulently, and extended a hand toward me.

“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” he said, his voice smooth as silk but edged like a blade. “Tm Code Maldini, Beckett.com”

And his eyes roamed over me with the curiosity and interest of a lion spotting somethin