C91 Want to Communicate Further

Hearing her daughter's words, Clarie Scott immediately raised her head and stared into the man's eyes.

Dempsey Wilson was full of interest, but he didn't expect his daughter to betray him. His unfathomable eyes were caught by the woman.

"Cough …" I think your brother is a bit thinner, so he should let Uncle Rory strengthen his diet. " Dempsey Wilson was surprised for a moment and immediately coughed to hide his surprise. Then, he began to talk to his son seriously.

Clarie Scott snorted lightly. This man was meticulous and knew that her son was a bit thin.

"Daddy, let's go out and play!" Emma Scott saw that her father was concerned about her brother, but ignored her. She immediately ran over and used her small hands to pull her father's large palm, wanting him to go out and play with her.

Dempsey Wilson wanted to find an excuse to disappear, so that this woman wouldn't misunderstand how much he liked her.

"Alright, Daddy will carry you out, stop wrestling!" Dempsey Wilson bent over and hugged his daughter.

The little guy laid in his father's arms, and immediately beamed with joy. Scoundrel!

After Clarie Scott had bathed her son, she washed the children's clothes in the bathroom and then came out.

She was still wearing her conservative pajamas, which lacked some of the charm of the white shirts she had worn to bathe the children.

However, it was filled with the gentleness and serenity of a woman.

"Ai …" I want to buy some clothes for the children tomorrow. Dempsey Wilson saw her walk past him and immediately called out to her. However, he couldn't call out her name, so he directly replaced her with a "ai".

Emma Scott, who was still in his arms, immediately raised her head and muttered, "Daddy, Mommy has a name."

Clarie Scott directly said, "I'm busy. I'm busy!"

Seeing that she was busy with work again, Dempsey Wilson immediately got annoyed: "You should know the height and build of the children. Also, you are their mother, so of course, you can handle buying clothes."

"I will write down the children's preferences on a piece of paper. Take it and buy it tomorrow." Clarie Scott then headed upstairs.

Dempsey Wilson felt that this woman was too cold. He was already so thick-skinned to send out an invitation, yet she rejected him directly.

"Daddy, talk to Mommy. I feel like Mommy hates you." Emma Scott had exposed the truth.

Frank Scott, who was sitting on the side and playing games on his phone, laughed when he heard this.

Dempsey Wilson could obviously feel that this woman hated him, but what could he do? At the same time, he hated her.

"Darling, you play games with your big brother. Daddy will go up and chat with Mommy." Dempsey Wilson felt the need to have a good talk with this woman.

When Dempsey Wilson reached the bedroom on the second floor, he opened the door and saw a woman sitting cross-legged on a small sofa, holding a drawing pen and a notebook. She was staring at something with a thoughtful expression.

Clarie Scott was jolted awake by the sound of the door opening. She thought it was the children, but when she turned her head, she realized it was someone annoying.

She quickly lowered her face. Ji Ning stared at her drawing paper, completely ignoring him.

"Clarie Scott, can you listen to me seriously?" Dempsey Wilson had always been a strong person, but in front of this woman, he felt like he had lost all of his male charm, which made him a little unhappy.

His arms were crossed over his chest, but his momentum didn't diminish at all. He leaned against the door, his dark eyes staring fixedly at the woman's expression.

"I'm busy!" Clarie Scott replied coldly. She was really busy and wanted to design the blueprint.

"No matter how busy you are, can you be as busy as I am? I have to take charge of the kids' affairs, and you can't … "

Clarie Scott frowned when she heard his words. Her pen started moving quickly on the paper.

Dempsey Wilson saw that she was too focused on writing on the paper and didn't seem to be listening to him at all.

He really wanted to drag this woman over and give her a good spanking. To think that she would dare to look down on him like that.

Just when Dempsey Wilson couldn't stand it anymore and really wanted to go up and teach her a lesson, Clarie Scott, who had already finished writing, grabbed the top piece of paper and handed it over to him without even raising her head: "Take it! Don't bother me! "

Dempsey Wilson's tall and strong body took two steps forward, just enough to reach out and grab the paper that she handed over. His pair of eyes that were as black as ink tightened: "What is this?"

"Isn't that what you want?" Clarie Scott frowned. Didn't this man come up to her just to find out what kind of special hobbies the children had?

Dempsey Wilsonying's eyebrows creased. She reached out and took the paper. She lowered her head and glanced at it.

On it were a few random words written by a woman like a peach rune.

It was obvious that these words had been written in a state of extreme annoyance. The shapes of the characters varied in size, and they were shaped like grass. However, it was amazing to be able to recognize these words.

Dempsey Wilson's eyes stiffened as a cold expression covered his handsome face.

"Why are you writing this for me?" It was written in the colors and patterns of the clothes that the little guys loved so much.

Clarie Scott really didn't have the patience to communicate with this man. She turned her face to the side and stared at him with her beautiful eyes. "It's nothing. I'm just telling you, when you buy things for the children tomorrow, pick them based on their colors and styles."

"Clarie Scott, you have to be so cold to me? I am the father of children, can't we communicate further? " Dempsey Wilson was shocked at first, then he suppressed his annoyance and asked her patiently.

"No way!" Clarie Scott lowered her head and stared at the drawing paper, lost in thought. "I'm sorry, but I just can't. I can't communicate with you!"

"Do you hate me that much? "So you hate me?" Dempsey Wilson's chest was stuffy and he couldn't tell what it felt like, as if he was punched by someone else.

Clarie Scott went silent.

The bedroom was very quiet, even the sound of her breathing could be heard clearly. The moment she fell silent, the whole room became deathly silent.

Dempsey Wilson seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat becoming faster and faster and more and more crazy. His eyes were fixated on the petite figure of the woman.

She lowered her head, revealing her messy and long hair that covered half of her face, making it impossible for the man to clearly see her expression.

"Alright, in the future, we will each care about our own children's matters. I will definitely not say these meaningless words to you again." Dempsey Wilson had never received such a cruel blow. This caused him to be extremely frustrated and angry.

"Help me close the door, I need some peace!" Clarie Scott's heart was unperturbed by the man's merciless words. She only threw out a few sentences.