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.

man was attired in a sleek black suit, tall and slender, radiating

donning a simple, floor-length dress, stood elegantly with a smile adorning

caressed Bailey's countenance, meticulously tracing

since you came into my life, no other color exists in my eyes.” Having said that,

as his thin lips were on the brink of brushing against her scarlet ones, a swooshing sound rang out beside his

enveloped the woman in his arms, shielding her from harm and promptly retreating behind

plummeted from the tree, landing directly in front

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

This brat!

also darkened. She narrowed her eyes and shot a stern glare at her son, asking

romantic atmosphere, ruined by a few dead

she wished she could hang this jerk from a tree and then pelt him mercilessly with a slingshot to let him have

few birds from the ground, Zayron flashed a mischievous grin and remarked, “I'm thinking of cooking these birds as

on his forehead and pulled his irate, trembling wife

he consoled her. After speaking, he took her hand and

sun is about to set. Come, I'll take you to

She watched as he guided her

that there could be no greater happiness in

playful, mischievous child and a gentle, loving husband was more

was truly a

balcony of the guest room on the second floor of the main house, Catherine stood before the railing,

before. It seems a pleasant environment truly can

a smile graced his lips involuntarily. “She'll always be happy with Zayron and the others by her side. And what about you, Catherine? Have you contemplated your future path? Will you

so slightly

would have promptly declared her intention to

ascend to the position of the head of the family, her plan was to spend her entire life within the clan.

found herself somewhat surprised by the shift in

so many years, no one had managed to sway her thoughts. She pondered

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