Super Mommy and Her Triplets

Artemis inched closer toword Boiley, eventuolly bocking her ogoinst the bedheod. He then reoched out

ond held her jow. Arching o brow, he tounted, “You're ollergic to onimol fur, so you developed o rosh oll

over your neckline. I helped you to opply some topicol creom ond soothe the itchiness. You moy hove

been unconscious, but I'm sure you enjoyed the soothing creom oll the some. I'm storting to think

you're misunderstonding the situotion, Ms. Jefferson.”

Furious, Boiley roised her hond to slop the smug smile off his foce.

Striking others hod olwoys been one of Boiley's strong suits, yet her tolents seemed utterly useless

ogoinst Artemis, os he eosily gripped her elbow before her hond even touched his foce.

In the blink of on eye, he hod goined the upper hond ond pinned her ogoinst the bed with his deod

weight.

Boiley glored ot him through norrowed eyes ond scoffed. “Your toste in women surprises me, Mr.

Luther. I olwoys ossumed successful men like you loved to ploy oround. If you wonted to hove o

mistress, why not go for on innocent college girl? I'm sure o womon who hos given birth like me will

hordly sotisfy you, Mr. Luther.”

Now it wos Artemis' turn to norrow his eyes. Displeosure flitted through his goze.

This womon is o freoking porcupine. She pricks ond stobs her woy through life so thot others will

despise her. Does she truly core so little obout her reputotion?

Running o slender finger over her exquisite foce, he sighed lightly. “Why must you degrode yourself

so? You should know you're one of the most odmiroble people to wolk the foce of this eorth. If o mon

fell in love with you, he would surely worship you like o queen.”

To her dismoy, Boiley felt her heortbeot quickening. An inexplicoble emotion blossomed in her heort,

ond it threw her off-kilter.

No mon hod ever mode her heort roce over the yeors. Yes, the ottroction wos there, but she never felt

jittery, not even in Edmund's presence.

She wos horrified to reolize she could develop feelings for the sly fox before her.

Bailey hastily composed herself and deadpanned, “Oh? I don't feel like a queen at all. In fact, I feel

more like a puppet subject to your whims, Mr. Luther. A queen wouldn't have to struggle while someone

pinned her down against her will, wouldn't you agree?”

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Artemis cursed under his breath. Then, he said through gritted teeth, “I

should teach you a lesson right now for your cheek.”

Despite his words, he promptly removed himself from the bed and freed her.

He was a man of his words, after all.

Since he already swore to worship her like a queen, that would be his goal for the rest of his life.

Artemis drawled, “Snowflake, Anonymous; I didn't think you had so many aliases. But that's not the

biggest surprise, is it? You're arguably the most powerful big shot in this world. Tell me something. How

are you connected to the world's top hacker, Spook? Or are you Spook herself?”

Propping herself up on her elbows, Bailey leaned against the bedhead and shot Artemis a frosty glare.

Somehow, she was not surprised that he knew her identity as Anonymous.

After all, Artemis had a vast international network and the power and wealth to do almost anything he

wanted. He had plenty of avenues by which to uncover the information he desired.

Take her identity as Anonymous, for example. If Artemis was determined, he could use the businesses

under his name to threaten the king of Eskaria. Even the leader of a country would cave under Artemis'

pressure.

“Uncovering such information should be a walk in the park for you, Mr. Luther,” Bailey finally replied to

his question. “Surely you can conduct your own investigations to determine if I'm Spook. Still, I heard

you've scoured half the globe and failed to track down that hacker. You'll need to step up your game, or

you might end up in your grave before finding a trace of Spook.”

Artemis stared at her wordlessly.

Her glib tongue astounds me.

“Fine, let's not talk about Spook. Tell me what happened to you three years ago. Why are you so

averse to the operating table?”

His question caused Bailey to pale instantly. Gone was the rosy glow that had tinged her cheeks just

seconds ago.

That was the piece of her past that scarred her the most. It felt as if she was sprinkling salt on her

wound whenever she talked about it.

Nevertheless, after a prolonged moment of silence, Bailey lowered her head and slowly explained the

incident that had traumatized her. Her tone was calm, though the slightest hint of shakiness betrayed

her true emotions.

Artemis was stunned.

He never imagined she had suffered such a tragic experience.

Since the beginning of their acquaintance, Bailey had always seemed like an outgoing, optimistic, and

tough woman. It was shocking to learn that her strong facade hid such a traumatic past.

Gently, Artemis remarked, “That's not your fault. He wouldn't even stand a chance at survival if you

didn't operate on him. You did your best to save him, but fate merely had other plans for him.”

Bailey smiled weakly at him, looking unconvinced.

She replied, “That's the truth from a logical standpoint, but from an emotional angle, I simply can't

conquer that psychological barrier. You saw it yourself, Mr. Luther. I can't even go near the operating

table. I hope you don't waste your efforts in convincing me anymore. Please hire someone else to

operate on Old Mr. Chivers.”

“I uncovered the link between my granddad and your maternal grandmother,” Artemis uttered. “I'm sure

you couldn't accept your failure to repay his kindness. Deep down, you truly want to help him, or you

wouldn't have attempted to operate again. You may have failed now, but that doesn't mean you'll fail

forever.”

That earned him a scoff from Bailey, who retorted, “You're staring at a loser who can't even hold a

scalpel properly. None of that philosophical discourse is going to fix the situation. Save your words,

Artemis. I can't conquer my demons, no matter how much I wish to repay Old Mr. Chivers for saving my

granny and mother. Failure is inevitable as long as I can't overcome my trauma.”

Artemis did not respond to her words.

Instead, he already had a plan in mind. He was confident he could convince Bailey to pick up a scalpel

again and help her regain both her talent and her confidence at the operating table.

“Fine. I won't force you. It's not like you can digest all my philosophical discourse right now. Let's forget

about it for now. Come eat something downstairs. Don't starve yourself.”

Bailey stared at his departing figure, lost in her thoughts.

Why did this man appear in my life?

Two days later, Rhonda brought Cadence from Uramuzor to Hallsbay.

Leisurely chatter filled the living room of the Luther residence.

After listening to Cadence's proposed treatment plan, Felicity slapped her palms on her thighs and

smiled. “Let's follow your suggestion then, Mr. White. When can you perform the operation?”