Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223

Anonymous...

A dubious expression flashed past Bailey's face. It had been a long time since she heard that name.

If not for the man beside her doing his best to help her out of her past trauma, perhaps she might have never appeared in the medical field as Anonymous.

“I should be the one thanking you. If it wasn't for that stab you took, I might still be trapped in that forlorn past. I might not even be able to pick up the scalpel, let alone develop drugs and operate on others.”

Artemis' brows raised in a smile. “So, you're telling me that the stab I took opened your heart up to me? It allowed me to walk into your life?”

Bailey rolled her eyes at him. Can't this man grow eyes and see where we're at? Must he say such cheesy things now?

“Ms. Anonymous, may we know when this medication will be available in the market for cancer patients?”

“Yes, that's right. The fourth clinical trial is a success, which means this anti-cancer medication is a success. When will it be available for purchase on the market?”

The reporters were all pointing their microphones at Bailey as they uttered similar questions about when the medication would be made available to the public.

Bailey smiled. As she turned to look at the men beside her, she said, This drug is a patented research and development project by Luther Group's pharmaceutical factory after making the application for the project with the Drug Administration. What happens next will depend on Mr. Luther's arrangements. I'm only in charge of the research.”

Before the reporters could begin bombarding him with questions, Artemis said, “First of all, I have to thank Ms. Anonymous for her massive contribution to the medical field. I have already applied for the Medal of Honor with the relevant governmental departments.”

At that, a look of surprise crossed Bailey's face.

He applied for the Medal of Honor for me?

A strange feeling began to rise in her chest. If someone were to ask her to describe that feeling, she would say that it felt warm and tender. It was a feeling that she had not experienced after her grandmother passed away.

“You—”

Before she could complete her sentence, Artemis continued, “As for when the medication will be made available to the public, I'm afraid we'll have to wait for the relevant departments to make the decision. Once the results are out, Luther Group will hold another press conference to announce it to the public.”

After exiting the press conference, Artemis brought Bailey back to the CEO's office.

While they were in the private elevator, Bailey gazed at him and sighed. “To be honest, you don't need to apply for an award from the government. Doctors are meant to do their job, so I've only done what I should be doing. If I receive too much recognition for what I've done, I'll lose track of the goal I had when I first joined the medical field.”

However, Artemis grinned at her as he shoved a hand into his pants pocket and leaned against the elevator wall. “I like doting on you. I'd love to dote on you until you're all spoiled.”

Ever since he found out that Zayron was his son, the last bit of hesitance in his heart had dissipated.

As long as Bailey had no connections with Simon, he could shower her with love endlessly without fear.

He only restrained himself earlier because he was worried that he would create trouble for her if he accidentally crossed the line.

Now, it was a different case. If anyone were to say that he was immoral to have gotten together with his brother's wife, he would bravely throw the DNA test report at that person's face.

She's my woman. No one has the right to say anything even if we bedded each other for a few nights continuously.

While Artemis was entertaining those thoughts in his head, Bailey was narrowing her eyes at him.

Somehow, she sensed that the man had changed. He had become less reserved, a little too gutsy, and a little too unrestrained.

She was curious as to what had made him change—what made him dote on her without any reservations. Isn't he scared of others talking bad about us?