C94 Smashing into His Arms

"I haven't fallen for any other women yet. It's still too early to bring this up." Dempsey Wilson still felt like he had to say something to comfort his son.

Frank Scott raised his head, his bright eyes wandered around his dad's body: "Daddy's figure is so good, not giving Mommy but asking for another woman instead. Just thinking about it makes me feel sorry for Mommy."

Hearing his son's words, the corner of Dempsey Wilson's mouth twitched. This little guy's thinking is really advanced. He even knows that he has a good figure and doesn't want to take advantage of other women.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. You won't let other women get away with it. Daddy is extremely pure and never does anything rash." Dempsey Wilson felt that his IQ was lowered when he chatted with the little guy. This was a helpless and funny thing.

"Daddy will keep his word!" Frank Scott stared at him very seriously and said.

Dempsey Wilson had no choice but to kiss his little head: "Of course I will, Daddy is a real man."

"Un, then I'm going to sleep. For the matter between you and Mommy, my heart must have been broken. I'm so tired!" The little guy lay down with its head raised. Its short and short hands and legs were open, and it was fast asleep.

Dempsey Wilson saw that his son was fast asleep, and his pretty face looked extremely cute.

He was asleep, like a little angel, awake, giving him more headaches than a little demon.

However, although he had a headache, his heart was filled with joy. He stopped all his movements and gently stared at his son's face.

He really didn't expect that there would be such a tiny person in this world that looked exactly like him.

This feeling was too wonderful, as if it was the continuation of his life.

Dempsey Wilson gradually calmed down. He stood up, put on a robe and opened the door.

There was one more thing he needed to do.

The twilight gradually became denser. By the time he finished the task at hand, it was already past 11 PM!

Dempsey Wilson suddenly felt a bit hungry after leaving the study room.

He was eating with his grandma today. The table was filled with women, so he really didn't have any appetite.

Since it was so late at night, Uncle Rory and the servant must have already gone to bed. Dempsey Wilson turned on a few small lights and then walked downstairs with his tall figure.

The living room downstairs was completely dark. Dempsey Wilson remembered the structure of his home by heart. Even if he went downstairs in the dark, he could find the location of the kitchen accurately.

As he was stepping down the last flight of stairs, he heard a strange noise coming from the direction of the kitchen, as if something had dropped to the floor.

The man's sharp brows slightly raised. It was already so late, who was still in the kitchen?

His long legs were already moving towards that direction.

When he walked to the door of the kitchen, a petite figure suddenly walked out of the kitchen. The thing in her hand bumped into the thing that suddenly appeared in Dempsey Wilson's arms.

"Damnit …" What are you doing? " Dempsey Wilson, who just took a shower, felt a cold sensation from his chest, as if his heart was about to go cold.

No matter who it was, they would be angry after suffering this, let alone Young Master Wilson who was always on his guard.

Clarie Scott was startled at first, but soon after, she heard the man's reprimand in a low voice. Her beautiful eyebrows scrunched up tightly.

"Why are you here?" Clarie Scott asked in a curious tone, her voice still as indifferent as before.

Dempsey Wilson sneered: "This is my kitchen. I came down to get something to eat, do I need your permission?"

Clarie Scott choked.

There was nothing to say.

He planned to circle around him and leave.

"What is this?" Dempsey Wilson lowered his head to smell it. Suddenly, he realized that what he poured out was not water or a drink, but... Wine.

Clarie Scott was about to stride away when she heard that the man seemed to be curious about what she was holding in her hand. She paused for a moment.

"It's so late, and you're still drinking this?" Dempsey Wilson was shocked at first, but soon followed up with a stern question.

Clarie Scott was holding a bottle of beer in her hand. Just as she opened the bottle and took a sip, this man suddenly appeared and wasted half of the bottle. She was slightly vexed.

"Can't you drink it?" Clarie Scott curled her lips. "When I'm working at night, I like to drink a little while for inspiration."

Dempsey Wilson was stunned by this woman's words. Was it even fair for her to drink cold beer at night?

"Are you a good drinker?" Dempsey Wilson asked coldly.

"Just average!" Clarie Scott replied smoothly.

"Aren't you going to say anything if you get my robe wet?" Dempsey Wilson slightly raised his chin. Even in the dark, his eyes were sharp like a torch. He was as proud as an emperor, waiting for her to apologize.

"Say what? That you went downstairs and acted like a ghost, not making the slightest sound at all, and almost scared me to the point of going crazy? " Clarie Scott replied in the same proud and slow tone.

"You stole my wine and wet my pajamas. Don't you even apologize?" Dempsey Wilson felt that this woman was too stubborn and refused to admit defeat. She had to suffer for this kind of personality in the workplace.

"You stole my child, so I didn't settle this debt with you." Clarie Scott was stunned for a moment before she replied with a more arrogant tone than him.

Dempsey Wilson: "..."

Clarie Scott raised her head and took a sip of the wine. Slowly, Clarie swallowed it down. The pitch-black living room became deathly silent again.

The two of them did not speak, but they could feel that the other was not in a friendly mood.

"Clarie Scott, drinking such a cold thing at night is bad for your health. Don't you know that?" After a few seconds of silence, Dempsey Wilson opened his mouth to urge her to throw away the wine in her hand.

"None of your business." Clarie Scott was a little frustrated in her heart. She didn't want to accept his concern.

Dempsey Wilson was completely displeased. He frowned and said, "Indeed, it's none of my business. I'm trying to persuade you on behalf of the children. If the children find out that you are a alcoholic …"

"It's not as serious as you say, right? I'm just drinking a bit and looking for inspiration to draw. How can that be considered alcoholic?" Clarie Scott almost died from laughter at his words. She didn't know when she got into this habit of hers.

In the past, when she was abroad, she would drink a glass of red wine and draw late at night, when the children were asleep.

However, living in this palace like luxurious house, she didn't have the slightest bit of inspiration and ran out.

But she had to hand over her work, or she would really become the laughing stock of the company.

So she decided to go downstairs and get some wine. She walked around the entire first floor and didn't find any red wine.

In the end, she could only ask for a small beer to satisfy her craving. Who knew that she would be caught by this man?

"But what you drank was cold …"

"I can only find the cold." Clarie Scott raised her head and took another sip, then turned around and walked upstairs.

Dempsey Wilson felt a bit upset as he looked at her delicate figure.