Chapter 142

Hotel room. Beckett sat by the desk, glancing over at Madeleine, who was nervously lingering by the hallway, too scared to come closer. "Take your medicine," he said, gently pushing the cup of dissolved pills forward. Madeleine lowered her head and slowly walked over, her movements stiff with tension. "Want to rest here, or feel like checking out the city a bit?" Beckett asked casually. He remembered she once mentioned liking the ocean views in Sanya. Her eyes lit up the moment she heard that. She wasn't good with words, but her eyes always gave her away—whatever she liked or disliked, it showed right through them. Back when Beckett first met her at the Beach family residence, he thought her eyes looked clear but a little dull—like blissfully clueless. "You feeling any better?" Beckett stood up and gently touched her forehead to check her temperature. Madeleine stiffened, but… surprisingly, she didn't dodge. "Still a bit warm. Finish the medicine and get some rest. We can head out for