Chapter 154

At Beckett's residence. Madeleine was hiding in the quilt, her heart beating rapidly. She could almost hear the pounding of her own heart. The closer Beckett got, the more terrified she felt. The light in the quilt dimmed, and Madeleine tightly clenched her hands, knowing that Beckett had turned off the light. As the bedside lamp slowly dimmed, Madeleine's heart rose to her throat. "Do you like to sleep with your head covered?" Beckett's voice was too charming, making Madeleine's heart beat faster. Plucking up her courage, she poked her head out of the quilt. Madeleine wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, careful as she watched Beckett. Beckett lay beside her, his voice low. "Go to sleep." Maybe the bed was too large, leaving a considerable distance between Madeleine and Beckett. Both remained silent, not uttering a single word. Beckett did not touch her, allowing her to peacefully fall asleep. Feeling the steady rhythm of the person next to him, Beckett turned to look at Madeleine, gazing for a long while. He had never thought that one day, he would share a bed with a woman. There were women who had painstakingly made their way into his bed in the past, but he only felt disgusted. Now, he was filled with anticipation, looking forward to the expression in her eyes when she woke up and opened them to see him the next morning. "Are you asleep?" Beckett asked, his voice low. There was no response from Madeleine. Clearly, she was in a deep sleep. "She's completely defenseless," said Beckett with a slightly helpless laugh, lifting his arm to brush some hair away from Madeleine’s face. Madeleine was incredibly beautiful, the kind of person whose presence at a glance was memorable in a crowd. A high, proud nose, and deep yet frosty eyes. Beckett still remembered the way Madeleine looked when she danced as a white swan on stage back then... Perhaps, since that fleeting encounter that year, he had already engraved Madeleine in his heart. He just didn’t realize it at the time. Afterwards, he encountered many women, but none of them ever astonished him like she did. ··· The next morning, Madeleine woke up to find herself curled up in Beckett's arms. Trembling all over but daring not to move, Madeleine turned her head to look at her own pillow. On the spacious bed, she and Beckett barely occupied a third of it. Beckett was almost sleeping on the edge of the bed. Feeling guilty, Madeleine didn't realize she had the habit of snuggling into others while asleep. "Awake?" Beckett woke up and found Madeleine curled up in his arms, too scared to move. He chuckled and asked. Indeed, waking up in the morning and seeing the person you want to see actually lightens up your mood. This is a warmth that the old Beckett has never experienced. "Gu...Mr. Beach, I'm sorry." Madeleine stuttered, then suddenly got up, dressed and went to cook after tidying herself. Beckett also got up, went into the bathroom, and found that Madeleine had already squeezed the toothpaste for him. Lowering his eyes and smiling, Beckett ruffled his hair randomly. So, this is what it feels like to be home... In the past, no matter where he lived, it was just a residence for Beckett. But now, it seems to have some warmth of life. "Chris, did you brush your teeth properly?" While cooking breakfast, Madeleine was equally busy taking care of Chris. Chris was not tall enough to reach the sink area in the room. Dressed in casual clothes, Beckett walked down, his morning hair was messy, and his face framed by the beige home clothes had a hint of warmth to it. Compared to the coldness when he's in formal attire, this Beckett seems to have a more approachable air. "Daddy, I can't reach it." Chris tilted his little head, requesting help from Beckett. Beckett's steps faltered, a seizing feeling in his heart. This word, 'Daddy', really...it's like it makes him want to give it his all. With one hand, he lifted up the little toddler, Beckett reached out and grabbed a new toothbrush, squeezing toothpaste onto it."I'll take you to buy a kid's toothbrush after school." Chris, held by Beckett, plainly brushed his teeth, then he innocently spoke. "Daddy, are you going to pick me up from school?" "Mhm." Beckett nodded. Chris was very happy, his eyes shining brightly. "Daddy, will you always like me?" After brushing his teeth, Chris asked gingerly. He was actually very scared...scared that one day Daddy would suddenly not want him anymore. "Yes." Beckett nodded. "Can I always call you Daddy?" Chris asked again. Beckett rubbed Chris's head. "Mhm." "Daddy, if you have other kids in the future, will you still like me?" Chris understood more than meets the eye. Beckett was taken aback for a moment, other kids? Was Chris scared that he'd have his own child in the future? Looking up at the mirror, Beckett was taken aback for a long time. The way Chris brushes his teeth and washes his toothbrush so earnestly...it is too similar to him. A tight sensation in his heart. Beckett subconsciously pinched Chris's chin, making him look in the mirror, to carefully compare. "Chris?" Outside the door, Madeleine called for Chris to eat. Seeing the big and small figures standing at the bathroom door, she was stunned for a while. Is it her illusion? Chris was held in Beckett's arms...... is too much alike. Chris's hair is loose and scattered, Beckett's hair is also loose and scattered. The facial expressions of both big and small are the same. Upon a quick glance, they looked closely like enlarged and reduced versions of each other. Beckett returned his senses, turned his head to look at Madeleine, and put down Chris. "I will have the butler redecorate the kid's room." "No... it's not necessary. My brother is on a business trip with our boss today, and... he will be back tomorrow." Madeleine nervously pulled Chris over, with her head down. "There's a room for kids, wherever Chris wants to stay, it'll be convenient. He would definitely want to spend more time with his mom, right?" Beckett said indifferently. Chris nodded hard, "Mom, Uncle has Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays off. Can I stay here on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays?" Madeleine grew nervous, calculating days already, "May..." "Then where does Chris want to stay on weekends?" Beckett squatted in front of Chris, asked with a smile. "I want to stay with sister Mei Qi on Sundays." Chris said very seriously. "Hmmm?" Beckett raised his eyebrows. How did Zhou Meiqi manage to enamor Dane, both the adult and the child? "I am a man, I have to take responsibility for Sister Meiqi. I kissed her, so I have to be with her every week." Little Chris said earnestly. Beckett laughed, only a woman like Zhou Meiqi could say such cunningly deceitful words. "Little Chris..." Madeleine suppressed a laugh until her face turned red. "You've got the familial ties wrong. She's Aunt Meiqi, she's your uncle's girlfriend." Little Chris blinked. "But, she asked me to call her sister, saying that calling her aunt makes her sound too old." Madeleine chuckled, that indeed sounded like Zhou Meiqi's personality. Beckett rose from his seat and took Little Chris with him to eat. Suddenly remembering something, he said quietly, "It would be better... to keep Dane away from Zhou Meiqi." It wasn't that Zhou Meiqi was bad, but there were some things that Dane couldn't bear. The danger around Zhou Meiqi surpassed the comprehension of Madeleine and Dane. Madeleine looked worriedly at Beckett. "Zhou Meiqi... She has such a good personality." She really liked Zhou Meiqi's personality. "It's not that she's bad..." Beckett was at a loss as to how to explain to Madeleine, he was afraid some explanations might scare her. "Anyway, Dane and Zhou Meiqi are from different worlds, it's best if they have no emotional entanglements." Beckett seriously warned Madeleine. Madeleine froze for a moment, saying nothing and hung her head. Perhaps, Beckett considered that a boy like Dane with the status he and she held, and Zhou Meiqi and even himself were not from the same world? In fact, Beckett had a point. People from different worlds suffering a lot trying to squeeze themselves together.