Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112 Accept Your Fate

Raiden's expression immediately darkened as he squinted at Artemis, his lips curling up in a mocking

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"Sure, burn it. I'll get a new one from her. I heard you two are giving each other the cold shoulder now. I

bet she hasn't given you any of the clothes she made, has she? I remember she made at least four or

five sets, more than enough for you to burn. Even if I go ask her for them, you wouldn't dare to stop

me, would you?"

Artemis tightened his fists, the sound of his teeth grinding echoing with irritation.

This rascal sure knows how to take advantage of my current feud with Bailey, leveraging every

opportunity he can find.

The infuriating part was, Artemis couldn't stop it.

Two bodyguards entered from outside, signaling for Raiden to leave.

With a smile, Raiden glanced at Artemis, who sat on the couch like a statue, and raised an eyebrow,

saying, "It seems you're quite happy for me to go ask Bailey for a couple more shirts, Mr. Luther. Fine

then, I was actually worried about not having a reason to see her. Now that you've helped me out, I

really should thank you."

Artemis suddenly looked up, squinting at Raiden.

Even though he really wanted to strip the man of his clothes, he was right. If Artemis touched his

clothes, he could just go to Bailey for new ones.

He was already at the end of his tether with one thing, and if another were to happen, he might just

snap.

This shirt, personally sewn by Bailey, hasn't even graced my wardrobe, and yet this fellow managed to

wear it before I did! He only took one, and it's already fueling an unreasonable level of jealousy. Add

another shirt to that, well...

Observing Raiden being guided out of the study by two bodyguards, Artemis clenched his teeth and

remarked, "Mr. Fletcher has endured a long and exhausting journey. Instruct the butler to arrange a

comfortable guest room for him. As for his attire, I must admit, it's quite aesthetically pleasing and suits

him well. It would be a shame to burn them, so let him keep the clothes."

Raiden looked at the now subdued Artemis, relishing his victory.

This guy, leveraging his history with Bailey, has been a real headache. Finally turning the tables on him

feels so satisfying.

"Mr. Luther, do you also think this outfit suits me? Well then, I'll pay Bailey a visit sometime and request

a couple more from her. Now, no man dares to dictate to her. She should be completely free. I'm

confident that if I ask her to make clothes for me, she'd agree without hesitation."

The taunting words reverberated in his ears, and Artemis was so agitated that he could hardly remain

seated. Abruptly, he leaped up from the couch.

In the past, he wouldn't have cared if Raiden took an additional piece of clothing from Bailey. But now...

He was consumed with uncertainty.

"Is Mrs. Luther awake?" Artemis called out loudly to the outside.

Almost instantly, a respectful reply came, "Yes, Mrs. Luther has awakened and has directed the butler

to bring food to the bedroom."

Artemis paced back and forth on the spot a few times. Ultimately unable to contain his impatience, he

strode out of the study.

Within the bedroom, the housekeeper arranged food on the table.

Bailey rested against the head of the bed, her eyes slightly closed, deep in contemplation.

Ding!

The phone lying nearby suddenly rang. She reached out for it casually. Upon opening her eyes and

glimpsing the screen, she instinctively furrowed her brows.

It was a news alert, presenting fresh gossip from the internet, pertaining to her.

Bailey, whose skills were recognized by Traceless, was taken on as an apprentice. He shared all his

knowledge about the art of disguise with her, offering a comprehensive education. Unfortunately, she

displayed ingratitude. When Traceless' sole son was abducted, and the captors sought a ransom, she

hesitated. Disregarding her master's child, she demonstrated neither compassion nor righteousness.

She proved unworthy of being a disciple.

Observing the news now holding the top position on the trending lists of various online platforms, Bailey

couldn't help but scoff.

Is Faceless attempting to magnify this issue through public opinion, intending to coerce me into a deal?

In truth, she didn't need to go to such extremes, as I was already willing to trade The Art of Semblance

for Orion. While The Art of Semblance holds significance, human life is paramount.

Bailey wouldn't hesitate to trade The Art of Semblance to save her master's only son. As for the

potential consequences that Faceless might unleash after acquiring The Art of Semblance, one would

have to wait for that day to see.

The top priority now was to rescue Orion.

Casually scrolling through the comments, Bailey encountered both supporters and critics. She had

become accustomed to such responses, and they no longer stirred any emotions within her.

Faceless is spreading this rumor, isn't it just to compel me to comply, to surrender The Art of

Semblance for Orion? Well, I'll do as they wish.

Tossing her phone onto the bedside table, she picked up the bread from the plate and began nibbling

on it.

As she took a few bites, the door swung open abruptly, and Artemis rushed in. Bailey didn't bother to

look up or raise her head; she simply continued eating her bread and drinking her milk, focusing on her

own affairs.

Upon entering the bedroom, Artemis found his mood surprisingly calming.

With a smile, he approached the bedside and raised an eyebrow, asking, "You seem to be enjoying

your meal. It must taste good, right?"

Bailey treated him as if he were air, not out of anger, but simply because she didn't want to deal with

him.

During the years when he was pursuing her, he had no idea how miserable she was. Forgiving him so

easily would be too spineless of her.

I won't make a big fuss about it, but I would ignore him for a couple of days, and put him in his place.

Observing her lack of response, Artemis cautiously took a seat by the bedside.

Even the crumbs at the corner of her mouth tempted him to instinctively reach out and wipe them off,

though he was met with a cold avoidance.

Withdrawing his hand awkwardly, Artemis tried to appease her, saying, "I admit my mistake. I will

personally go and apologize to Micah and Shannon. Bay, can you find it in your heart to forgive me?

My actions were unintentional. At that time, I was in a difficult position and had little control over the

situation. If I had known you were going to be my wife, I wouldn't have suppressed you. I might have

even mobilized Tarragon to help you expand your influence."

"You know, it's like fate playing tricks on us. If you take it too seriously, it's almost like surrendering. Do

you... truly want to accept your fate like this?" he asked.

Bailey inwardly sneered.

This man is quite the smooth talker, isn't he? He has a way with words, and what's more, he makes a

lot of sense. But he still hasn't figured out why I'm angry with him.

The delay with Eugene and the loss of the undercover agent were mere accidents. Once Bailey

realized this, a sense of calm settled in.

After talking with Dawn, all her guilt seemed to fade away.

Apologies meant little to Shannon. Discussing the past in her presence would only reopen old wounds,

potentially jeopardizing the delicate relationship she had painstakingly rebuilt with Micah.

After ending the call with Dawn, Bailey felt relieved that it was the girl who answered. If Shannon had

picked up, Bailey might have unintentionally revealed the reason for her lateness to the hospital three

years ago.

How would they be able to live with themselves once the truth was revealed?

Therefore, Bailey made a resolution to keep this secret hidden forever, promising not to disclose it to

Micah, Shannon, or anyone else during her lifetime.

Eugene was already gone, and revisiting the past wouldn't change anything. However, her conflict with

Artemis stemmed from his intentional concealment of his identity, despite knowing her role as the

leader of the Saviors.

In the past, he relentlessly pursued her around the world, using all available means to suppress her

influence. Bailey believed he owed her an apology for those actions.

"Yes, I have accepted fate. I just think we shouldn't be together. Are you willing to let go?"