Super Mommy and Her Triplets

This was where she had once resided, and he had missed out on becoming part of her life in the past, leaving a lingering sense of regret. Now that he was here, he naturally desired to take a thorough look and immerse himself in the experience as soon as possible.

Bailey regarded him with a slightly perplexed expression, furrowing her brows as she inquired, “Aren't you tired?”

That's strange. This man relentlessly tormented me on the private jet, all under the guise of offering a different kind of experience. I have to admit it's indeed thrilling.

The cabin had limited space, and even though there were separate rooms, when it became crowded, the sounds of activity next door could still be heard, even with the cabin door closed.

In that confined space, the man overpowered her, pinning her down, and she couldn't stop him.

Left without a choice, she could only force herself to stay silent. No one knew how torturous that experience was for her. Yet Artemis, that scoundrel, completely disregarded her feelings and ravaged her in a willful and unrestrained manner.

Throughout the entire process, she remained exceptionally vigilant, providing him with an unparalleled level of enjoyment.

I can't believe that he... Argh! This man gives me goosebumps when he's unrestrained!

Artemis noticed a faint blush on her face, leaned in closer to her ear, and whispered, “I can do it with you for another few more hours.”

Afraid that he might actually do what he said, Bailey gently tugged him toward the artificial hill at the side after exchanging a few words with Bruce.

Artemis held her hand as they strolled together in the warm spring sunshine.

The gentle breeze blew directly onto his face, sweeping away the fatigue that had marked his brow.

“I really wish I could hold your hand and continue walking with you like this forever,” he expressed.

Bailey teased with a playful smile, “What else do you think is going to happen? Are you thinking of changing a companion midway?”

No sooner had her words escaped her lips than the man beside her abruptly pivoted, pressing her against a cherry blossom tree.

At that moment, the vibrant beautiful flower petals fluttered in the wind.

tall

floor-length dress, stood elegantly with a smile adorning her eyes

meticulously tracing the delicate contours of her picture-perfect

life, no other color exists in my eyes.” Having said

of brushing against her

arms, shielding her from harm and

instant, two unidentified birds plummeted from the tree, landing directly in

raised his head and gazed ahead, spotting Zayron not far away, wielding a slingshot and vigorously shooting at the branches around him. His lips twitched in

This brat!

darkened. She narrowed her eyes and shot a stern glare at her son, asking through clenched teeth, “Zayron Jefferson, what on earth are

romantic atmosphere, ruined by a few

a tree and then pelt him mercilessly with

ground, Zayron flashed a mischievous grin and remarked, “I'm thinking of cooking these birds as a tonic for my dad. He's been working exceptionally hard lately

hand on his forehead and pulled his irate, trembling

he's just being a troublemaker,” he consoled her. After speaking, he took her hand and resumed their walk

to set. Come, I'll take

slightly. She watched as he guided her toward the setting sun, their silhouettes intertwining and melding into

greater happiness in this world than

a gentle, loving husband

a

main house, Catherine stood before the railing, observing a group of children below playing with slingshots to shoot

It seems a pleasant environment truly can have an impact on people,” she

and the others by her side. And what about you, Catherine? Have you contemplated

ever so slightly at

she would have promptly declared her intention to remain with the Rogers

the head of the family, her plan

surprised by the shift in

so many years, no one had managed to sway her thoughts. She pondered whether spending time with this man had brought about a

members, I am an unfilial daughter who has tarnished the family's reputation. Under normal circumstances, my father's influence would have easily secured me the position of family head. However, these past few years have witnessed no progress whatsoever. It's not that I don't want to rise to power, but the family elders have been suppressing me, not allowing me to take control. My Uncle Broderick is my grandfather's illegitimate son. Though he may not match up to my father, his son is indeed remarkable. The intentions of the Rogers family's higher-ups are clear. They want to back my cousin, Finley, in