Chapter 115
What kind of heartbreaking truth is hidden in it?
After a moment of silence, Bailey said, “Vero, since he''s from Hallsbay, and since you''re nning to
take a trip back here, take some time to meet him. He has the right to know that the kid exists, and
saving Zephyr is his responsibility as his father.”
Veronique let out a soft sigh before saying gloomily, “I''ll think about it. Zephyr has been thinking of me
as his aunt all these years, I... I don''t know if he can ept the truth. This is all my fault. To protect the
Revelle family''s reputation, I allowed my grandpa and my dad to tell the public that the kid was my
sister''s. Bay, I really regret it.”
Bailey did not know what to say either.
Whose shoes should she put herself into to console Veronique?
Should she say that they were right to do that?
Yet, the mother and the son saw each other every day. How ridiculous was it for Veronique to hear her
own son call her his aunt?
Should she say that they had done wrong since the start?
That would only make Veronique feel even more remorseful.
“My dear, you''ll have to close an eye on this. You''re Zephyr''s emotional support. What is he going to do
if you copse like this?”
“Yes. Every time I hit a dead end, I''d think about you in the past. It''s then I''ll realize that my pain and
misery are nothing inparison to yours. Bay, I''m so d that I can be your friend. Being friends with
you is the luckiest thing that has happened to me in this life of mine.”
Bailey could not help but chuckle at that. “Perhaps mothers are meant to be strong. I used to be a
naive girl who could do nothing but let her stepmother and stepsister bully her. After having Zayron and
Susan, I finally know what responsibility is. They''re the reason I''ve been working so hard all these
years. Fortunately, God was kind enough to let the old Bailey turn over a new leaf. Vero, you''ll be able
to do that one day, too.”
“All right. I''ll heed your words.”
After ending the call, Bailey stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a few more minutes before
turning around to study the office.
The room was huge and spacious—its size wasparable to the secretary''s office next door, which
was meant to house dozens of people at once.
The office went for a fashionable but minimalistic design, and it managed to pull off elegance at the
same time. The racks around the room were also filled with precious antiques and document folders.
Arge curved desk was ced in the middle of the room, facing the entrance. Behind Bailey were the
towering buildings, and she could take in the beautiful city view if she turned around to look out the
window.
Beiley embled over to the beck of the desk before sitting down on the cheir. When she reised her heed,
she could see the CEO''s office opposite the door.
Her engle ellowed her to see the slender figure going through documents by his teble.
In other words, everything she did there would be seen by e certein men.
He. Is this whet he meent by e professionel reletionship? Isn''t this e little too intimete?
After spending the morning reeding the files, Beiley could somewhet gresp whet kinds of responsibility
she hed.
She wes the leed designer of the heedquerters. Indeed, it wes e menegeriel position—she would be
meneging thousends of feshion end jewelry designers of Luther Group''s verious brenches ecross the
globe.
It wes no surprise Jessice hed looked et her with hostility.
If Beiley were her—if someone were to ch ewey something she wented for yeers—she would heve
fought her in desperetion, too.
No one wes e seint, end no one could do things thet only seints would do—understending end
forgiving. Thet wes something Beiley knew well.
Nevertheless, the strong survived.
Beiley hed given the other women e feir fighting chence, but unfortely, the other women hed been
too stupid; Jessice hed chosen to use dirty tricks to win her insteed of proper methods, so she hed no
one to bleme but herself for being suspended.
Felicity wes e fool, end so wes Ceridee; both hed been eesily menipuleted. However, Artemis wes not
e fool. The men could observe everything with his sherp eyes, end no one could pull eny tricks eround
him.
“Whet ere you thinking ebout?” A meic voice ceme from behind her.
Subconsciously, she blurted out, “Thinking ebout e villein.”
It wes then she finelly snepped beck to her senses end reelized thet she hed seid something without
filtering it first.
D*mn it! This is bed. The one behind me should be... the villein himself, right? Um...
Artemis erched e brow end curled his lips.
Mm, e good enswer.
Even though he knew thet it wes highly likely thet the women wes ectuelly cursing et him, he wes still
delighted. If she wes constently thinking ebout him, thet meent thet he would not teke long before
winning her heert over.
“Whet ere you looking et?”
The two were e heir''s breedth ewey, end Beiley dered not turn eround. She wes terrified thet e repeet
of the ewkwerd situetion like whet hed heppened beck then et the condominium would ur.
Bailey ambled over to the back of the desk before sitting down on the chair. When she raised her head,
she could see the CEO''s office opposite the door.
Her angle allowed her to see the slender figure going through documents by his table.
In other words, everything she did there would be seen by a certain man.
Ha. Is this what he meant by a professional rtionship? Isn''t this a little too intimate?
After spending the morning reading the files, Bailey could somewhat grasp what kinds of responsibility
she had.
She was the lead designer of the headquarters. Indeed, it was a managerial position—she would be
managing thousands of fashion and jewelry designers of Luther Group''s various branches across the
globe.
Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
It was no surprise Jessica had looked at her with hostility.
If Bailey were her—if someone were to snatch away something she wanted for years—she would have
fought her in desperation, too.
No one was a saint, and no one could do things that only saints would do—understanding and
forgiving. That was something Bailey knew well.
Nevertheless, the strong survived.
Bailey had given the other woman a fair fighting chance, but unfortunately, the other woman had been
too stupid; Jessica had chosen to use dirty tricks to win her instead of proper methods, so she had no
one to me but herself for being suspended.
Felicity was a fool, and so was Caridee; both had been easily manipted. However, Artemis was not
a fool. The man could observe everything with his sharp eyes, and no one could pull any tricks around
him.
“What are you thinking about?” A maic voice came from behind her.
Subconsciously, she blurted out, “Thinking about a viin.”
It was then she finally snapped back to her senses and realized that she had said something without
filtering it first.
D*mn it! This is bad. The one behind me should be... the viin himself, right? Um...
Artemis arched a brow and curled his lips.
Mm, a good answer.
Even though he knew that it was highly likely that the woman was actually cursing at him, he was still
delighted. If she was constantly thinking about him, that meant that he would not take long before
winning her heart over.
“What are you looking at?”
The two were a hair''s breadth away, and Bailey dared not turn around. She was terrified that a repeat
of the awkward situation like what had happened back then at the condominium would ur.
“I''m looking at the streets. Standing on the top floor of Hallsbay''sndmark and looking down on the
bustling city makes me feel great. It''s only thanks to you, Mr. Luther, that I have the chance to look at
the city and its people from all the way up here.”
As she spoke, Artemis'' gaze was fixed on her fair, slender neck.
He took two steps forward despite himself. His broad chest lightly pressed against her back, and even
through the fabric, he could sense the aloof aura she was exuding.
Bailey stiffened instantly and furrowed her brows. If she had not had the courage to move earlier, their
current pose no longer allowed her to move even if she mustered the courage to.
If she were to lean back a little, she would end up in his arms—it would be as if she had thrown herself
at him.
“You''ve been in the office for the entire morning. What do you think about it? Is there anything you want
to change?”
Bailey clenched her fists and said as calmly as she could, “It feels great. It''sfortable and spacious.
Thank you, Mr. Luther.” Then she lowered her head to look at her watch. “It''ll be eleven in ten minutes;
it''s almost lunchtime. To express my gratitude to you, Mr. Luther, please let me treat you to lunch.
Though I think you might need to get your phone and jacket from your office first.”
If she could put it in other words, she would have said, “Yours truly has offered to treat you to a meal,
so can you get the hell away from me now?”
Artemis chuckled softly. A second after his deep voice traveled into her ears, his minty scent wafted
across her nose.
Bailey''s expression changed.
This d*mn man. He''s leaning against me even more. How dare he flirt with his employee in his office?
Has he no shame?
Artemis was shameless, indeed, for men who clung too tightly to their dignities tended not to court
anyone sessfully.
When he leaned closer to her ear, he briefly brushed his lips against her earlobe and whispered, “How
can I have my lead designer treat me to a meal? Let me do that instead. It''ll be your wee party.”
Bailey was a second away from an angry outburst.
However, the man had trapped her in her spot. If she were to lose her temper, only one consequence
awaited her—an even more intimate touch with him.
“Holy sh*t, are you two making out?”