C90 Daddy Does Mommy Look Good?

Daddy, does Mommy look good?

"Hee hee, the little duckling was taken by the eagle and eaten …" Frank Scott hid a little duck behind him and laughed proudly.

"Mommy, big brother stole my duckling, you have to teach her a lesson." Emma Scott had no other choice but to ask Clarie Scott for help.

Clarie Scott smeared the little guy's body while glaring at her son. "Hurry and return the little duckling to your sister. Don't you feel that it's beneath you to play with a child's toy?"

"I helped her pick out this little duck. She can't even lend me one to play with. How petty!" Frank Scott made a face at his sister in anger.

Emma Scott glared back at him angrily. She grabbed the little duckling back with her small hand and turned her back on him, ignoring her brother.

Frank Scott also crossed his arms and snorted heavily.

Clarie Scott looked at the two restless little fellows and sighed helplessly. They were born enemies, yet they became siblings. Did the heavens play a joke on them?

Other people's brothers and sisters were getting along very well. Why was her family like this?

As expected, children were the best in other families.

But, Clarie Scott, do you know how much the other parents admire your beautiful little darling?

When Dempsey Wilson returned home, he quickly walked into the living room, but he didn't see the children.

"young master, you're back!" Uncle Rory quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"Where's the child?" Dempsey Wilson Jun's face looked somewhat anxious. He did not know why he did not feel a sense of panic when seeing his child.

It was as if the child's appearance was a dream. When he awoke from the dream, he would no longer be able to find them.

"In the bathroom. Miss Scott's giving them both a bath." Uncle Rory replied with a smile.

"Oh!" Dempsey Wilson then let out a sigh of relief and walked towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door was ajar, and from inside came the sound of the little guy happily humming a nursery rhyme.

The voice sounded like it was sung by a daughter. However, after she sang a few lines, her son yelled out, "This is so unpleasant to listen to. Emma Scott, stop singing. Please, let me go."

Emma Scott intentionally turned her face to Frank Scott's ear and sang a few lines even louder.

"Alright, alright. You two better behave. If anyone disobeys anymore, Mommy will smack her butt." Clarie Scott threatened with a terrible headache.

Dempsey Wilson leaned against the door lightly. His gloomy eyes were a little absent-minded as he looked at the scene in the bathroom.

Water vapour rose. In the vast fog of the bathtub, two small and tender bodies were simply like a beautiful picture scroll.

Of course, other than the two little fellows cursing at each other right now, everything else was still fine.

Dempsey Wilson's heart slowly calmed down. He was anxious to come back and see them, but now that he saw them, he felt that he was satisfied with his life.

Dempsey Wilson's gaze moved from the two little guys' faces to the woman who was standing beside the bathtub.

Clarie Scott had taken off her coat. At this moment, she was wearing a thin white shirt with half of the sleeves rolled up, revealing her slender, snow-white wrists. Her long hair was tied behind her head in a mess.

It was unknown if it was due to the heat that she was sweating or not, but there was a hint of vigilance on her fair face. The gentleness of a mother, coupled with the natural charm of a woman, caused the man who was looking at her to gulp.

Thinking back to five years ago, Dempsey Wilson felt a very strong feeling in his body when he had a life or death affair with her.

It was like an electric current crazily assaulting all the nerves in his body.

"Daddy …" Just when Dempsey Wilson was about to feel the impact, Emma Scott turned her face and noticed him. Her crystal-like eyes opened wide and her face was filled with joy.

"Cough …" I just came back! " Dempsey Wilson let out a light cough, concealing the embarrassment in his heart. He calmly walked over with a usual indifferent expression on his handsome face.

Actually, there was no need for him to explain. Clarie Scott didn't care whether he had just returned or not.

"Daddy, do you need me to tell you a story? Tell the story of mother duck with duckling... " Emma Scott was so happy to see her father that she immediately wanted to interact with him.

"Sure …" Daddy is listening to you earnestly. " The man's tall body was squatting beside Clarie Scott, and he was very close to her.

Dempsey Wilson deliberately ignored the woman who was washing his son's face. His eyes were filled with gentleness as he looked at his daughter.

"Daddy, it's better if you don't listen to what I've just said. It's so unpleasant to listen to it. I've listened to it countless times. I'm going crazy!" Frank Scott immediately took down his sister's role. Everything he said was the truth. Every time he took a bath, his sister would only tell this story. Furthermore, this story didn't have any plot.

"Big brother is so annoying. I told dad about it, but I didn't ask for you to listen." Emma Scott immediately glared at her brother anxiously.

Dempsey Wilson laughed out loud. His daughter was so cute, it seemed like he was hugging her mother.

"Get out of the way!" The moment Dempsey Wilson had this dirty thought, he heard the woman beside him say with a cold expression.

Was this man too bored? She bathed the children and he came to watch the show?

Dempsey Wilson had no choice but to stand up and walk to the side. He said lightly, "Do you need my help?"

"No need, it's all done!" "As long as you don't get in the way here." Clarie Scott didn't appreciate his kindness.

Dempsey Wilson frowned in anger. The bathroom in his house was so big, how could he be a hindrance to her?

Clarie Scott tried the water temperature. The children had to get up quickly or else it would freeze.

She sat up with her daughter in her arms and wiped her with a dry towel.

The little guy also felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, so he stopped talking. He obediently sat in Mommy's embrace and let her help him put on his clothes.

Dempsey Wilson leaned against the wall and watched the woman skillfully help his daughter put on her pajamas and slippers.

Soon after, Clarie Scott carried her son in her arms. The two little guys still had some moisture on their bodies, but because Clarie Scott's thin shirt was stained with moisture twice, there was moisture on her chest, reflecting the faint purple colored barrier underneath.

Dempsey Wilson's indifferent eyes turned a few shades darker.

He was admiring her insolently. In any case, this woman was helping his son put on his clothes, so he wouldn't notice her.

"Hmm …" Much bigger than he thought.

Last time, when he accidentally pushed the door open and entered, Dempsey Wilson found that although this woman looked delicate, she was really impressive.

Emma Scott, who was standing nearby, raised her head and looked at her father, hoping that he would pay attention to her. Unexpectedly, her father's gaze was fixated on her mother.

She was a little disappointed and asked in a sour tone, "Daddy, is Mommy good-looking?"