Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis)

Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092 It Is Mine Now

Bailey raised an eyebrow as she watched Raiden hurriedly approaching from the plaza. She couldn't

help but wonder why he had suddenly sought her out.

Ever since the "wedding ceremony" between Justin and Scarlett, he had been dispatched to the

military, maneuvering troops to deal with the increasingly rampant criminal gangs at the border.

His sudden arrival in Hallsbay was quite a surprise to her. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

As Raiden approached, Bailey asked with a smirk that was more of a sneer, "So, I heard your sister

met a tragic end. Have you come specifically to seek retribution?"

Raiden glanced at her, his eyes warm yet indifferent, like a still pond that couldn't be stirred into any

form of turbulence.

"You don't need to mock me. Scarlett's downfall to this extent is her own doing, and I merely added fuel

to the fire.

I came to find you because I want to go to Zaewora with you. Firstly, to protect you, and secondly, to

understand the situation over there."

Without a second thought, Bailey immediately declined, "No need, I have the Shurmer family's

bodyguards for protection. There's no need to trouble you, Commander Fletcher. As for the situation in

Zaewora, I will keep you regularly updated. You don't need to go there yourself."

Raiden was determined to follow her, so he paid no mind to anything else and headed straight for the

boarding gate.

"Consider it as if I'm riding on your private jet, and I'll pay you the fare as per commercial airline rates."

Bailey glared fiercely at his retreating figure.

I wonder how many bodyguards it would take to throw him out?

Most likely, it's impossible. If I anger him, then I can forget about leaving Hallsbay today.

Watching him climb into the cockpit, she gritted her teeth and turned to the bodyguard in black next to

her. "Arrange for twenty more top assassins to protect him."

Zaewora is not like our homeland. It's even more chaotic than the border areas. Raiden must not

encounter any trouble. If anything happens, it will inevitably cause a major uproar back home and could

even impact the international situation.

Especially since he chose to leave with me, I must ensure his safety.

Who knows what got into him? He's eagerly heading to Zaewora.

When it comes to that place, anyone with power, influence, and status, especially the officials, is

reluctant to get involved.

There, human life is as insignificant as grass.

Only those who value their lives would not foolishly rush to their own demise.

After the plane took off, Bailey instructed the accompanying personnel to conceal their tracks and

secretly arrive in Zaewora without alarming Artemis.

She was determined to uncover the secret between that man and Rebecca.

It was not that she was worried about him letting her down, but rather, she was curious about the past

they shared, marked by such a harmonious understanding.

If she didn't figure it out, it would disturb her sleep and appetite.

In the evening, as the sun set in the west, the world outside the window was draped in a blanket of

crimson and white.

Bailey sat quietly on the couch, draped all around in bright red brocade.

This time when she went out, she brought along all the materials needed to sew her wedding dress.

Whenever she had some free time, she could work on a few stitches.

The evening glow filtered through the window, merging with the spread of red brocade within the room.

It cast a golden halo, shimmering brilliantly.

When Raiden walked in, he saw a scene that was just like this—the setting sun was as red as blood,

the brocade was like a rosy cloud, and the young woman, having retracted her sharpness, was as

serene as a maiden.

He watched her quietly, her slender fingers threading the needle, each stroke weaving through the red

brocade.

Bailey is undoubtedly stunning, capable of toppling nations and cities with her unparalleled beauty.

For him, not only was the scene breathtaking, but his heart was also captured.

Every time he saw her, he experienced a different feeling, one that made him feel intrigued, causing

him to sink deeper, unable to extricate himself from his emotions.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, drawing the attention of those in the room.

In the blink of an eye, he met the gaze that Bailey had cast his way.

Unable to sneak a peek any longer, he simply shrugged his shoulders, strode over to her, and began to

unabashedly take her in.

"The embroidery of Chanaea, a legacy spanning thousands of years, carries a profound and rich

heritage, imbued with the gentle charm of time passed. I always thought that only those skillful girls

from Jipsdale could master the essence of such craftsmanship. I never expected—"

Bailey took over the conversation. "Who would have thought that I, a decisive top assassin, could also

handle things with such ease? Mr. Fletcher, do you look down on us assassins, thinking we are

tarnishing traditional skills?"

Raiden didn't respond. His gaze swept around the room, finally landing on a pile of finished products on

the armrest of the couch.

They were mostly shirts, about three or four of them. However, they were different from formal wear,

leaning more toward casual. Plus, they even had embroidered flowers printed on them.

Intrigued, he casually picked up an item and began to examine it closely.

Bailey instinctively wanted to stop him, but she wasn't fast enough and lunged at thin air.

As she watched him step back with the shirt in his hands, she glared and said, "This is a shirt I made

for Artemis. Don't you dare dirty it."

She made it for Artemis?

Does that mean she sewed it herself?

Raiden felt a slight pang in his heart.

How on earth does Artemis have the audacity to casually wear the clothes she made with her own

hands?

After carefully examining the shirt for a moment, he casually draped it over his arm, raising an eyebrow

as he declared, "This shirt is mine now."

"No way," Bailey rejected outright without even considering it.

He must be joking. This is the first time I've made clothes for Artemis. If Raiden wore them and Artemis

found out, he would surely give me a hard time.

"Raiden, give me back the shirt."

Raiden took a few steps back, laughing as he kept his distance from her. He then chuckled softly.

"Didn't you just say that I look down on you assassins? I'm not sure how to express myself to prove my

point. Why don't I just wear the clothes you made? You definitely haven't tarnished the traditional craft

because I really like it."

Bailey was left speechless by his words.

However, she still had to retrieve that shirt. She couldn't let it fall into Raiden's hands. Otherwise, if

Artemis found out, it could cost her life.

"Emmy Boutique is my business, home to top designers. How about you return this shirt to me, and I'll

have them design the latest style for you?"

What do you think?

Not a great idea, actually.

Raiden chuckled and replied, "I want this one. If you still insist on bargaining, I'll take the remaining

three as well, leaving none for that guy named Luther."

Bailey grabbed the ball of yarn from the couch and threw it at him.

Seeing her so agitated, Raiden felt elated.

Seeing her getting angry for him, he felt completely satisfied.

"I heard you went to Zaewora behind Artemis' back. Do you have any other plans? Do you need my

help?"

"No, I don't need it," Bailey replied harshly.

After she finished speaking, she held onto the remaining few shirts tightly, watching Raiden with a wary

expression, afraid that he might rush up again to snatch her clothes.

Raiden couldn't help but laugh. "You don't need to guard against me like I'm a thief. For some things,

having just one is enough. It's better to have less than to have too much."

Bailey felt a shiver run through her body.

Does he mean that being in love with me for the rest of his life is enough, and he'd rather have nothing

than settle for less?

Even though she knew she had a profound impact on him, she still didn't want to see him become like

Edmund, spending the rest of his life infatuated with her.

She already carried the burden of one emotional debt. She couldn't afford to bear another.

"Raiden, Artemis and I are getting married."