Chapter 171

Beckett looked dazed, tightening his hold on Madeleine's hand without saying a word. "Beckett... Are you feeling really bad?" Madeleine asked anxiously, reaching out to touch his forehead. "Let me grab a thermometer, okay?" "No…" Beckett mumbled, burying himself against her and refusing to let go — almost… acting spoiled? Madeleine was taken aback. She could only treat him like a kid. "Come on, let me get the thermometer and a cooling patch." Beckett gave a low groan but still wouldn't let go. She sighed — what else could she do? She gently pried his hand away. Right as she was about to get up, she realized he was still gripping her shirt. She couldn't help but laugh. He was acting like a clingy kid after getting sick… Even Chris wasn't this needy. Talk about a role reversal. "Don't leave me…" Beckett's voice was weak, almost like sleep-talk. Maybe he'd dozed off for real. Madeleine turned to look back at him. To the world, Beckett was the definition of cold and sharp — ruthless strate