Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1104

Chapter 1104 I Am Really Pregnant

"If you keep nagging, I'll send you back to the training camp," Artemis threatened, effectively silencing

Ken.

He then commanded, "Give me the brocade."

Once again, Ken was left speechless.

Artemis took the brocade from the man's hand and began to carefully admire it with his head lowered.

It was only partially finished, with many parts yet to be sewn together. At the moment, it appeared

messy and tattered.

However, it wouldn't be long before this ragged piece of cloth transformed into a globally admired

wedding gown. The girl he loved would wear it when she married him and committed her life to him.

He had never expected that a highly skilled assassin like her would excel in embroidery.

He speculated that she took up embroidery because she had experienced so much violence and killing.

Perhaps she wanted to find peace in the tedious and meticulous work.

During that time, she led a difficult life, leading the Saviors in battles everywhere, engaging in countless

covert operations, all while facing suppression from Interpol.

If I had known that the leader of the Saviors was my future wife, I definitely wouldn't have given her a

hard time back then. On the contrary, I might have even mobilized Tarragon's forces to support her.

Regrettably, everything was already set in stone, so all those thoughts were in vain.

Click!

The door swung open, and Bailey entered the room with a tray in her hands. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Artemis leaning against the headboard, admiring the brocade, she couldn't help but tease, "If

you ask me, you might as well stay home and embroider this wedding gown. I'll handle the affairs out

there for you."

Her remark carried a hint of frustration.

She initially expected him to be displeased, but to her surprise, he responded, "Sure. That would be

perfect. With you being so capable, Wifey, I can worry less."

Good Lord! Is this something a macho man would say?

Bailey walked over to the side of the bed and placed the tray containing alcohol swabs, medication,

and gauze on the bedside table.

"It's time to change your dressing."

Upon hearing this, Artemis felt a chill run down his spine. The pain was so excruciating that he found it

unbearable.

"You just changed it not long ago. Why are you changing it again?"

Not long ago? He must be out of his mind after all the sleep he had and doesn't even know what time it

is now.

Bailey walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and flung the closed curtains wide open with a

swoosh.

In an instant, a dazzling burst of light flooded in, causing Artemis to squint slightly and furrow his brows.

"It's already the next day?"

Bailey chuckled. "To be precise, it's already the afternoon of the next day. You slept for fifteen hours."

Artemis was dumbfounded.

At his silence, Bailey walked back to the side of the bed and began to unfasten his pajamas.

Artemis grabbed her hands, his voice gravelly as he said, "Don't tease me. When a man has just

woken up, his desires are strong and intense. If you don't want to be intimate, let Ken come in and do it

instead."

With a cold sneer, Bailey forcefully pressed her fingers against his wound.

A muted growl escaped Artemis, accompanied by a slight tremor.

Bailey grinned and said, "You should have cooled down by now, right? Pain serves a purpose. It can

keep a person clear-headed."

Despite her words, she first sprinkled a special pain-relieving powder on his wound. Only then did she

begin to clean the clotted blood with alcohol.

"You still haven't figured out how to confess about your relationship with Rebecca to me? Artemis, was

she your girlfriend once upon a time? If you remain silent, I'll take it as an admission."

"No," Artemis instinctively denied. "She's not my ex-girlfriend. There's no relationship between us. Don't

believe the rumors, Bay. They're not true. Also, the worst thing between lovers is suspicion. Don't step

on that landmine."

With one hand on his waist, Bailey used the other to dab his wounds with a cotton swab soaked in

alcohol.

When she saw that he was still keeping his mouth shut and refusing to reveal much, a surge of anger

consumed her.

"Fine, whatever. But let me remind you that there's a limit to one's patience. Don't push it, or you'll

regret it."

Artemis reached out and massaged his temples, the helplessness in his eyes intensifying.

After she had retied the bandage, he reached out and hugged her.

"Bay, my involvement with Rebecca is a bit complicated. Can you give me some more time? When I

feel the time is right, I'll tell you, okay?"

Bailey remained silent, struggling to break free from his embrace.

Naturally, Artemis would never willingly let go of her.

Last night, he was too exhausted to hold onto her. Now, filled with energy, he felt the need to bridge the

subtle gap between them.

With that in mind, he slowly reached out and grasped her chin, then leaned in and kissed her.

Bailey initially wanted to resist, but she was too weak. Moreover, being pregnant, she dared not act

recklessly. Thus, she couldn't overpower him and could only slump in his arms and allow him to do as

he pleased.

After the initial taste, Artemis felt somewhat unsatisfied and yearned for more.

He leaned down and covered her, his voice hoarse. "A day without you feels like an eternity. We

haven't seen each other for seven days, and it feels like forever. Now that we've finally come together,

Bay, you must also want me to love you, right? It would be a waste to do nothing."

After he finished speaking, his hands began to explore her body.

Bailey raised an eyebrow and prompted, "You're injured."

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt. Let me have a bit of fun, Bay."

Bailey gazed at the ceiling, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

Fine, keep going. Don't blame me if you get interrupted at the crucial moment later.

Upon seeing her lying there calmly, without any resistance or struggle, Artemis was instantly driven to

the brink of madness.

His breath surrounded her, completely enveloping her.

His intense gaze fixated on her, meticulously tracing every inch of her beauty.

"Bay, Bay..."

Bailey reached out, wrapping her hand around his neck, and leaned in to whisper in his ear with a soft

chuckle, "I'm here. Don't act like a novice. It's embarrassing."

"I can't help it. You're too beautiful, and I can't control myself," Artemis murmured.

Bailey was also pushed to her limit. Just as he was about to take things further, she quickly said with a

smile, "I'm pregnant, Mr. Luther."

Artemis was taken aback, narrowing his eyes at her.

After a moment of silence, he scoffed, "So now you've switched from claiming to have your period to

being pregnant? You sure have a lot of excuses, Bailey. But I won't be fooled."

After saying that, he immediately escalated the situation.

Bailey instinctively reached out and cradled her belly, glaring at him. "Artemis, have you lost your mind?

I'm really pregnant."

As if he had lost his sanity, Artemis completely disregarded her words.

However, his actions were surprisingly gentle. After Bailey allowed him to try a few times and felt no

discomfort, she reluctantly let him proceed.

Only after what felt like an eternity, and after she felt completely drained of energy, did he slowly

release her.

Bailey was utterly upset. She turned her back to him, sulking in silence.

What a jerk! I've already told him I'm pregnant, yet he still put me through this ordeal. Now that I'm

newly pregnant, what if something were to go wrong? We've already experienced the loss of a child. If

something were to happen again, we might never be able to have children in our lifetime, as my womb

was severely damaged with slim chances of recovery.