C92 Daddy Is in a Bad Mood

Her calmness revealed more of the man's panic. Dempsey Wilson's good cultivation was defeated in front of this woman. He took a few steps forward, but after hearing her words, he stopped and turned back to glare at her with some resentment.

Very good, he had finally met his match.

Only, he didn't think it would be a woman, an extremely ordinary woman.

Of course, how was Clarie Scott ordinary? She was the mother of his two children.

Clarie Scott frowned, annoyed. She turned her head to look, only to hear the sound of the man slamming the door.

This man would really push himself even further, forcefully stopping her and the children. She brought the children to his side as he wished, letting him enjoy the joy of having children by his side. Now, he was asking her to be amiable and get along with him.

Even if there was, it was impossible for him to take all of it.

All in all, Clarie Scott was furious with him right now, and whatever he said, she felt a kind of rebellious disgust in her bones that didn't want to listen to him.

Yes, she still couldn't accept his sudden appearance. Although he did give a lot of joy to the children, to her, his appearance didn't have the slightest surprise. On the contrary, it cruelly opened up that old scar, making her heart ache whenever she thought of it.

Dempsey Wilson came down from the upstairs with a piece of paper in his hand. His face stiffened when he saw that the two kids were still messing around in the living room. When he walked halfway, he turned around and went back upstairs.

His heart was too stuffy, too depressed. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, so he slowly calmed himself down.

When he stood on the open balcony on the second floor with a pack of cigarettes, leaning against the railing and puffing.

Suddenly …

"Daddy, are you smoking?" Two small heads peeked out from the gap in the balcony.

Dempsey Wilson's fingers, which was holding the cigarette, became a bit stiff. Then, he quickly pressed the cigarette into the ashtray on the side.

"Are you going to sleep?" Dempsey Wilson hid his annoyance and asked the two little guys in a soft tone.

Frank Scott pushed open the door and walked out. The little him blinked his bright eyes and asked, "Did you not have a good conversation with Mommy? Is Daddy in a bad mood?"

Emma Scott also squeezed over and stood beside her brother with a cute little rabbit doll in her arms. Her appearance was even more adorable than the rabbit in her arms.

"Daddy, did Mommy bully you?" Emma Scott asked curiously, her face already showing signs of heartache.

Dempsey Wilson trembled. Should the two little guys come over and throw salt on his wounds?

Sigh, in the future, it would be impossible to find a place to quietly heal his injuries.

With these two lively little things, Dempsey Wilson felt that there would no longer be any private space.

He walked up to the two kids and squatted down. He stretched out his hand to rub his daughter's head and said softly with a smile, "How is this possible? No one in this world can bully your father. Don't worry."

"But I've seen it on TV. When adults smoke, it's because they're in a bad mood. Daddy, are you in a bad mood? Speak up and let Emma take care of your troubles. My brother is the most persuasive. " Occasionally, Emma Scott would become very thoughtful and sensible. Of course, most of the time, she was just a little devil.

Looking at his daughter's clean and bright eyes, and then looking at his son's sympathetic gaze, Dempsey Wilson suddenly felt sad.

and so on...

What was this feeling called?

Was he sad?

How laughable, how could he have such a feeling? Just because that woman ignored him, did he feel pity for her too?

"You two brats think too much. Daddy's mood is very good. With you two, Daddy's mood will be very good in the future." Dempsey Wilson was indeed someone on the level of a film emperors. He acted perfectly in front of his children and did not show any sign of sadness at all.

Emma Scott stared at her father's face suspiciously for a long time, but when she realized that her father was really not sad, she beamed. She reached out to hug her father's neck, half hanging from his chest, then raised her head and laughed like a little fool. "Daddy is in a good mood, Emma is also in a good mood."

Dempsey Wilson hugged his daughter tightly. With them, it was as if he had the whole world.

Hmph, that untactful woman, whoever takes her away must not ruin his good mood again.

Did he really like her?

His original plan had been for these two children. She was just a side item …

Forget it, there was no point in thinking about it. Who knows, in the eyes of that woman, he might not even be considered as a side product.

"Tomorrow, after class, dad will accompany you to shop, okay?" Dempsey Wilson was already looking forward to tomorrow's family event.

When he thought about leading two cute little guys to the mall to play, his mood immediately improved.

"Is Daddy going to buy something for Emma and my brother? Can I buy a lot of toys? " Hearing this, Emma Scott immediately jumped up happily.

Frank Scott's eyes were also bright. However, he didn't have his sister's innocent personality, so he couldn't express it. He only asked, "Daddy, did you ask Mommy just now, will she come with us?"

When Dempsey Wilson thought of the anger he just suffered, his face immediately turned ugly, "She's not free, let Dad accompany you. Tell Daddy everything you like and buy them for you."

"Yea, Daddy is so awesome. Emma loves Daddy so much!" The little girl was overjoyed. She kissed Dempsey Wilson's handsome face for a while before turning around and looking at her brother with a smile: "Brother, I really hope that today is tomorrow. We can go shopping now."

"Little fool!" Frank Scott was actually very happy. Hearing his sister's naive words, a smile also flashed across his pretty face.

Dempsey Wilson looked at his adorable darling and was satisfied.

"Emma, go sleep with Mommy, I'm going to take Big Brother to sleep!" Looking at the time, it was not early anymore. Dempsey Wilson thought about the two kids having to go to school tomorrow and urged them to rest.

Emma Scott, who was still in her father's embrace, pouted and said, "Daddy, carry me in!"

"I really can't do anything to you!" Dempsey Wilson couldn't help but kiss her on the cheek as he watched his daughter act so pampered. He held her and walked towards the room where Clarie Scott was staying with a heavy step.

Pushing the door open, the woman on the sofa changed her posture, one leg hanging high over the back of the chair, as if she was practicing yoga.

Dempsey Wilson frowned as he looked at this woman, who did not seem to have any image at all.

When Clarie Scott saw him carrying his daughter in, she quickly withdrew her leg.