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.

suit, tall and slender, radiating an

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

meticulously tracing the delicate contours

into my life, no other color exists

brushing against her scarlet ones,

shielding her from harm and promptly retreating behind

two unidentified birds plummeted from the tree, landing

spotting Zayron not far away, wielding a slingshot and

This brat!

glare at her son, asking through clenched teeth, “Zayron Jefferson, what on earth are you

ruined by a few dead

could hang this jerk from a tree and then pelt him mercilessly

mischievous grin and remarked, “I'm thinking of cooking

his hand on his forehead and pulled his irate, trembling wife into his

being a troublemaker,” he consoled her. After speaking, he took her hand and resumed

I'll take you to watch the sunset,” he

her toward the setting sun,

there could be no greater happiness in this

a gentle, loving husband was more than

was truly a

second floor of the main house, Catherine stood before the railing, observing a group of children below playing with slingshots to shoot down birds. Her typically cold expression gradually

Luna this happy before. It seems a pleasant environment truly can have an

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

so slightly at

would have promptly declared her intention to remain with the Rogers family without

she couldn't ascend to the position of the head of the family, her plan was to spend her entire life within the clan. However, now, she was

surprised by the shift

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

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