I Want to Talk to You Alone

THIRTY-THREE - Want to talk to you alone

Dempsey Wilson forcefully suppressed his anger and maintained his good-natured attitude. He said in a gentle tone, "Yeah, if we're not familiar with each other, how could we have two such cute children?"

Clarie Scott was completely stupefied by this man's thick skin.

He actually used these words to shut her up.

However, the truth was that she wasn't familiar with him. Even if there had been an absurd night five years ago, it was purely an accident.

"Son, can I let Isaac Corbyn take you to play in my storage room? There are all the toys I had when I was a kid. " Dempsey Wilson had something he wanted to say to this woman, so he felt that it would be more convenient to let his son leave.

Frank Scott was very observant. He jumped down from the sofa with his two short legs like Dempsey Wilson, hiding a hint of sharpness between his eyebrows and warned: "Daddy, you promised me and sister, you won't bully my Mommy."

Dempsey Wilson had a gentle smile on his face: "Son, I'm just chatting with your mom. I won't bully her."

When Clarie Scott saw that her son was going to abandon her and fight alone, she immediately became anxious. "Frank, don't run around. Let's go look for our sister now …"

"Mommy, don't worry, you guys haven't seen each other in a long time, there must be a lot to talk about." Of course Frank Scott had to give Mommy and Daddy a chance.

"Hey, brat …" Clarie Scott saw her son's small figure walking further and further away, and she immediately scolded him.

After his son left, Dempsey Wilson's gentle expression instantly disappeared and returned to being as cold as ice.

"As a mother, you actually only have this kind of quality …"

Clarie Scott was already filled with anger. She did not expect to be spat on by this man again, and immediately looked at him with extreme embarrassment and anger, sneering: "What kind of qualities do I have, it's not up to you to be picky. What kind of contract did you want to sign with my son? "I'm warning you, if you're still a man, then come at me if you have anything to say to me. You're not allowed to think about my child."

Dempsey Wilson didn't expect this woman to be so sharp-tongued. She actually dared to question his manly dignity.

Clarie Scott felt an invisible pressure as he approached her with his huge and domineering body, giving her an advantage over her in height.

Her petite body slightly quivered, and she subconsciously wanted to step back.

"You know best whether I'm a man or not, don't you?" The man leaned slightly, his thin lips almost touching her ear.

The scorching heat made Clarie Scott's face turn red. She immediately turned her head away in annoyance, not wanting to be bewitched by him.

"I don't remember!" Clarie Scott was so stubborn that she didn't want to admit the absurdity of that night.

Dempsey Wilson's thin lips curved up evilly, and he smiled with a hint of ridicule: "You don't remember? It can't be that you want me to prove it again, right? "

When Clarie Scott heard his words, she was extremely shocked. Where did this bastard get his confidence from? He really thought that all the women in the world wanted to sleep with him.

"What do we need to prove? Prove that you didn't even have a minute? " Clarie Scott clearly knew that she should stop this topic in time, but she just couldn't stand it. She still wanted to say something to stab him.

He couldn't hold on for even a minute, this was definitely the most insulting sentence Dempsey Wilson had ever heard in his life.

"Do you believe me? I will do it so that you won't even be able to get out of bed." Dempsey Wilson's face was ashen, and his tone was full of danger and oppression.

Clarie Scott curled her lips stubbornly and said, "Who would believe that!"