Chapter 188

Tormented to the point of dozing off, Madeleine nestled in Beckett's arms, sleeping until the next morning. "Breakfast, hmm?" Beckett, already freshened up, sat by the bed coaxing Madeleine to wake. Madeleine rubbed her eyes only to find her eyes all swollen… "Good…good morning, Mr. Beach." Before she finished her sentence, she realized her throat was hoarse. Head hung down in grievance; her eyes were red and swollen. Her throat was sore from crying all night, how could Beckett be so harsh? "We'll go to the beach later," said Beckett as he pinched Madeleine's chin, kissing her cheek. How awfully fond of her he was. "Do you know how to swim?" Beckett ruffled Madeleine's hair. "Yes!" Madeleine's eyes sparkled, evident of her anticipation. Not only did she know how to swim, but she also held a small diving record. She was awesome. "Well done." Beckett stood up, sat on the adjacent sofa, waiting for Madeleine to change into her swimsuit. Madeleine's ears were completely red. Why was Becket