Chapter 492

Madeleine walked over sweetly, placed the dessert on the table, and smiled. "Phoebe, want some?" Phoebe paused for a split second, a bit caught off guard. Madeleine usually gave her the cold shoulder—now she's calling her "Phoebe"? Something's definitely off. Since Phoebe didn't respond, Madeleine kept her cheerful tone. "I got you a taro milk tea, sis." "..." Phoebe frowned slightly but quickly put her polite smile back on. "I'm cutting back on sugar these days. I'll pass on the milk tea." She glanced at the little cake. "Beckett's lactose intolerant, you know. Stuff like this usually messes up his stomach." Beckett picked up the mini cake, replied calmly, "That was ages ago. People change. My stomach's all good now." Phoebe let out a light laugh. "Sure, keep telling yourself that." Then she turned as if nothing happened and walked away. Madeleine knew exactly what Phoebe was trying to do—subtly marking her territory. She always had that sneaky talent for flirting just enough to keep