Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1115

Chapter 1115 Chase His Wife

That shirt was Bailey's favorite among the several outfits she had made.

She was relieved that Raiden hadn't taken it away on the private plane.

Surprisingly, he had the same taste as her and was immediately drawn to it.

Realizing her intense gaze, she quickly cursed to cover her lapse. "Shameless."

Artemis shifted his gaze from the scroll to her face. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why is it shameful

for me to wear clothes made by my wife?"

After speaking, he handed her the scroll and asked tentatively, "Is this the painting from Cameron?"

Bailey snorted coldly. Where does he get the confidence to think I'll pay attention to him?

Ignoring him, she walked past him and reached the bedside, where she fell asleep almost immediately.

Before long, the sound of her steady breathing filled the room.

Artemis stood by the bed, watching her sleep. Seeing that she had truly fallen asleep, he shook his

head with a slightly amused smile.

It's a good thing she can fall asleep right under my watchful eyes. It shows that she has no defenses

against me and deep down, she relies on me. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly lay down next to

her.

Cameron arrived at Artemis' mansion under the cover of darkness. Ken personally greeted him and

silently replaced him with Artemis' body double.

Thanks to a well-thought-out plan, they easily bypassed all the informants in the manor. However, they

couldn't fool Rebecca in the side house.

In fact, ever since Bailey came over to cause trouble, Rebecca had her suspicions.

Even though nothing happened between Rebecca and Artemis in the hot spring pool, Bailey was

convinced that Artemis had betrayed her.

At first, Rebecca thought that Bailey simply didn't trust Artemis. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

However, after thinking about it calmly, she realized something was off. Even if Bailey doesn't trust

Artemis, she wouldn't just be angry at him out of nowhere. The only explanation is that they were

putting on a show, intentionally arguing to make Faceless believe their scheme had succeeded. They

did it to alleviate her concerns and make her lower her guard. If they were just putting on a show, then

the Artemis at the mansion is likely a fake.

After coming to that realization, she personally staked out the place and finally caught Cameron in

disguise. Then, she watched as the disguised Cameron switched places with Artemis' stand-in.

Rebecca climbed into the room through the window, her cold eyes fixed on the man before her,

'Artemis'. Through gritted teeth, she asked, "Are you Cameron? Did Bailey send you?"

Cameron took a subconscious step back, keeping his distance from the woman in front of him. This

woman is difficult to deal with, and I certainly don't want to provoke her. "Who said I'm Cameron? I'm

clearly Artemis."

With a sneer, Rebecca took a quick step forward and tore open his shirt. "Even though you were

injured yesterday and have recovered without a trace. You really think you're invincible, don't you?"

Cameron stepped back, clutching his arm, and snarled, "I've been practicing healing skills, so I can

heal quickly. It's none of your business..."

The conversation came to an abrupt halt.

Cameron, trembling, looked at the woman who had drawn a gun and aimed it at him. He forced a smile

and said, "Hey, let's talk this out, okay?"

If he didn't straighten up, she would surely shoot him.

Rebecca aimed at his temple. Seeing him cooperate, she then asked coldly, "What's Bailey's plan?"

"Um..."

Click!

The trigger was pulled.

Cameron was startled and quickly spoke up. "I'll talk, I'll talk. Don't act recklessly. Bailey is ruthless,

sending me to endure the suffering meant for her man."

"Explain, please," demanded Rebecca.

Cameron honestly gave a detailed explanation. "I'm about to be poisoned, you see. It's going to be

terrible, so please don't hurt me more than I will be."

Rebecca's hand, holding the pistol, trembled slightly, startling Cameron into jumping on the spot. "I've

already confessed. Don't be reckless!"

Rebecca holstered her gun and walked toward the window. Her retreating figure carried a hint of

loneliness. In the end, he deceived me, leaving her out in the cold. I had thought that after experiencing

so many life-and-death situations together, we could be honest with each other. I was naive. He never

considered me as 'one of his own' from the beginning to the end.

Cameron said, "Hey, you can't leave. If you do, the spy that Faceless has planted in the manor will

become suspicious. Once she becomes suspicious, she won't try to poison me anymore. Chasing after

my wife is exhausting. Can't you show some understanding? Please, don't cause any trouble, all right?

This opportunity means a lot to me—"

A flash of cold light streaked by, followed by a dagger hurtling toward him.

Before he could react, the blade had already plunged into his shoulder.

Instinctively, he wanted to scream, but a gentle warning from Rebecca reached his ears. "If you don't

want to mess things up, keep quiet. Artemis has been seriously injured. His behavior and actions are

different from ordinary people. If you're not injured, it would be hard for you to imitate him."

Cameron was speechless. Fine! I'll give it my all to pursue the woman I love.

After leaving the bedroom, Rebecca went straight to her own room.

As soon as she walked in, she saw her capable assistant waiting for her.

"Do you need something?" asked Rebecca.

The assistant nodded. "The medical office received a batch of new medicine this evening. They said it's

the most advanced formula, capable of speeding up Mr. Luther's recovery."

If Cameron hadn't told her that Faceless could poison Artemis at any moment, she probably wouldn't

have taken that matter seriously.

But things had changed.

"I understand. You will personally keep an eye on it. There may be something wrong with that

medicine, but just pretend as if nothing has happened. Even if they tamper with it, turn a blind eye,"

said Rebecca.

Although the assistant was puzzled, he didn't ask too many questions. After acknowledging with a 'yes',

he quietly slipped out.

Rebecca walked casually to the desk, opened a drawer, and retrieved a photograph.

It was a picture of her with Artemis. The background was somewhat indistinct.

Both of them were dressed in pajamas, leaning against the balcony railing. Each held a glass of red

wine, engaged in lively and cheerful conversation.

Even though it was just a performance at the time, it still fulfilled her beautiful fantasy.

Unfortunately, that was all it was. A fantasy.

She couldn't keep up with his pace, unable to make him pause and stay. Only in her fantasies could

she fulfill her dream.

However, dreams were just dreams. They could never become reality.

She believed she should let go.

After all, she was the head of Interpol, the embodiment of justice. Wherever she went, she represented

light, and she must not be involved in any plots or schemes.

She couldn't bear to become a disgrace to the police force, abandoning all her principles and

boundaries for a man.

"Take care of your wife. I'll take care of capturing Black Puma and restoring the international situation to

what it was when you left. I hope that in the future, when you mention me to others, you can speak

highly of me. That will be enough for me in my entire life."

Bailey had a restful sleep, and when she woke up, it was already daylight outside.

The man lying next to her somewhat affected her mood.

Her gaze drifted downward. Noticing that he was still wearing that black shirt to bed, she couldn't help

but roll her eyes. Does he have to do that? We have a lifetime ahead of us. There's plenty of time for

him to wear the clothes I make.

Lost in her thoughts, the man beside her woke up and turned his head to greet her. "Good morning,

Mrs. Luther."

The corner of Bailey's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, yet her face remained expressionless.