Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Bailey leaned back on a tree trunk and rested with her eyes closed. She was relying wholly on sheer willpower to withstand the frenetic energy that was coursing through her consciousness.

Though it felt somewhat uncomfortable while they were inside the house, it was not unmanageable. But in no way was it anything close to what she was experiencing there and then, so much so that even the caress of the cold wind on her skin was ineffective at cooling her off.

Da*n it. Is the after-effect that strong?

Right now, she felt absolutely terrible and desperately needed some release. Oh, no. I am feeling horny...

“Let's cut the crap and find a way to get a ride out of here first.”

Zayron went close to his mother but dared not touch her.

With Bailey looking like the ravenous she-wolf she was at present, he was afraid that she would...

Ahem!

“I've already called a cab. The driver told me that he'd be here in twenty, so hang in there, Bailey.”

That yielded no answer from her.

Then, a rustle of footsteps that sounded quite harried was heard coming from the bushes.

Sticking his head out, Maxton was overjoyed when he saw his father approach.

“My old man's here, Idiot, so hurry up and let him send Bay to the hospital.”

Zayron shot him a look and replied between gritted teeth, “Should we hand her over to that creep, I think our mommy would be devoured before she reaches the hospital.”

Maxton was stumped.

In his hurriedness, Artemis had worked up a profuse sweat on his forehead en route there.

When he approached, his suave face sank at the sight of the condition Bailey was in.

“How did it get so bad?”

This doesn't look like she is under the influence of any ordinary drug. Considering her delicate disposition, she's completely lost her usual aloofness and is completely out of control. I fear that her life might be in danger if she should go without getting some reprieve soon. What a potent medicinal effect!

“Step aside.”

Reaching out, he parted the two boys who were flanking her so that he could lower his upper body to pick her up.

In response, Zayron immediately locked up his arm with his own and regarded him with defiant eyes. Enunciating word for word, he said, “I can hand her over to your care, but would you be able to assure that you would not touch her? You should know well the secret hidden within that paternity test, Mr. Jefferson. She could very well be your brother...”

Coming to that point, he paused abruptly and pursed his lips, “Whatever the case, before we figure this out, you are not to touch her. More importantly, you are not to sully her. If you aren't able to guarantee that, then you're only taking her away today over my dead body.”

Looking sideways at that stubborn little face, those exquisite features did remind Artemis of Simon.

This kid's looks do share certain resemblances to Simon. It's no wonder that it only takes minor photo editing work to make them look uncannily alike.

Being siblings with Simon, he and the former shared some similarities in looks. If the boy was Simon's offspring, then it should be not surprising if he also resembled his father's older brother.

Uncle... Yet, another bothersome identity!

“I'm taking her to Justin's infirmary. If you trust me enough, then hand her to me. If not... you have to hand her to me anyway. This is because the average doctor won't be able to fix what's inside her system. That is, unless, you find her a man.”

Pursing his lips, Zayron understood well his mother's condition. Certainly, he did not, in his own esteem, think that that villainous man was trying to cow him.

“All right. I'm handing her over. But if you touch her, I'd never let you hear the end of it.”

With that, he took a couple of steps in retreat with a grim expression upon his dainty face. “Take her away. I've called a cab and will be leaving together with Maxton in a bit.”

Leaning in, Artemis swept up the woman who was leaning against the tree trunk. Then, he strode toward the lot at which the car was parked.