C43 I Hate This Man

She hated this man

Of course, Clarie Scott wasn't looking for death. She just wanted to borrow the seawater to wash her snot and tears.

Even if her eyes were red and swollen for a moment, she could still say that it was caused by the sand, and she believed that the man wouldn't suspect her.

Just when Clarie Scott felt like she could stand up again, suddenly …

A large palm came from her waist and pulled her back. She didn't have time to lose her balance and directly leaned into his embrace.

"Don't tell me you want to die just because I want to reunite with my child?" Dempsey Wilson felt that she was committing suicide.

Clarie Scott choked on Hai Shui's coughing. Who wants to die?

She wanted to live another five hundred years.

"Let me go, don't touch me, I think it's dirty!" Thinking that his hand might have touched Alice Scott's body, Clarie Scott couldn't help but wish that she could directly chop off his hand that had touched her.

"I saved you …" The man reminded her angrily of this fact.

"Who wants you to save me? I wasn't able to stand properly just now and my legs were numb. That's why I fell down. Hurry up and let me go, hoodlum." Clarie Scott struggled furiously and slapped his arm.

Dempsey Wilson obviously didn't want to touch her. Hearing her angry shout, he immediately let go. Clarie Scott lost her balance and fell down again.

The wet clothes were now covered in sand.

She was so angry that she wanted to throw a tantrum. This bastard must have done it on purpose.

Dempsey Wilson squinted his eyes and looked at her red face with a serious expression. He sneered, "It seems that your legs are numb and you are wasting my time!"

"Dempsey Wilson, you are a robber through and through. You want to steal my most precious child. I hate you, I hate you to death! " Clarie Scott bellowed from behind him.

However, her voice was partially drowned out by the waves. Only Dempsey Wilson could hear her, and it couldn't travel any further.

Dempsey Wilson suddenly stopped and then slowly turned around with a complex look in his eyes: "It was you who stole my seed first, I'm just taking them back now."

"You bastard …" Clarie Scott held her forehead as she cried. "Who wants to steal your seed? It's obviously you …"

"I was drugged that day, you can totally reject me …" But you didn't, didn't you take the initiative to come over? " From what Dempsey Wilson knew, this woman was also suspected of being the one to initiate the incident that happened that day.

"I... I'm not. I was unconscious that day, how could I take the initiative? If I had been awake, I would have killed you. " Clarie Scott became even angrier. She grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at him.

Unfortunately, the distance was too far. She couldn't throw it at him, so it only served to increase her frustration.

"Who would believe your words?" Dempsey Wilson thought that she was lying. Weren't women the best at lying?

Clarie Scott sat dumbstruck on the beach as if she was struck by lightning. She suddenly felt that she hated this man for her entire life.

Clarie Scott was covered in sand as she sat by the sea in a daze for a long time. Whenever she thought about how her child was going to be mercilessly taken away by a man, her tears would always fall.

When she had finished crying and was thinking of finding the child, she went back to the living room of the beach house.

The moment she stepped into the hall, she saw a man's tall figure walking back and forth in the living room.

There was a little girl lying in his arms. The little guy's long hair was in disarray, and his cute little face had fallen asleep, with one of his little fingers in his little mouth.

Clarie Scott was stunned. Her daughter did indeed have the habit of sucking her fingers when she slept, but how did she fall asleep peacefully in the arms of this bastard?

Dempsey Wilson had been focusing on coaxing his daughter to sleep. Not long after his daughter fell asleep, he looked at Clarie Scott, who was in a sorry state at the door.

He signaled Uncle Rory who was waiting at the side. Uncle Rory immediately walked in front of Clarie Scott and said in a low voice, "Miss Scott, I've already prepared a set of clothes for you. Go in and take a bath."

Clarie Scott looked at her wet clothes and did not refuse. She took them and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Her mind was still thinking about the scene she saw in the living room. Her cute daughter was actually able to fall asleep peacefully in the man's arms.

She was really jealous, and her heart was very uncomfortable.