Chapter 107

"Ma'am, you're awake." At 7:30 in the morning, the housekeeper gently woke Madeleine. She jolted upright, eyes darting around in confusion. When did she get back here? Did Beckett carry her in? "Uhm… where's Mr. Beach?" she asked quietly. "He's in the dining room," the housekeeper replied cheerfully. Madeleine quickly got out of bed, rushed through washing up, and hurried out. "S-sorry." "Have some breakfast," Beckett said calmly, his expression unreadable as usual. She sat down beside him with her eyes lowered, just now noticing her finger—a bite wound already cleaned and covered with a band-aid. "About your collaboration in Jingshi…" she carefully brought it up. "This afternoon. No rush," Beckett said flatly. He'd noticed she had a habit of biting her hands or lips when nervous. "I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to make things harder for you," Madeleine mumbled, full of guilt. "Then stay away from Alex going forward," he said, setting down his coffee cup with that same indifferent t