My Extraordinary Wife

When Mrs. Field got a clear view of the room, her eyes widened and she instantly gave Joseph a hard slap on his chest.

“You hooligan! Why are you in Jeaunette’s room, and why are you naked? What are you trying to do? Oh my God, that towel was meant for Jeaunette, not you! “

Joseph replied softly in a tone of grievance. “Mom… My shower head is broken.”

Mrs. Field could clearly see the red mark of her slap on Joseph’s chest, but she did not feel the least bit sorry about it.

“Why didn’t you shower in my room then? Why did you feel the need to come all the way here to take a bath?”

“That’s because you and dad were in the bathroom just now…” Joseph stared at Mrs. Field with a suggestive gaze.

Mrs. Field’s face immediately turned red. Did Joseph see what I was doing with his dad?

How embarrassing!

Still, she was Joseph’s mother and that gave her every right in the world to chastise him. “I don’t care! You get out of here this instant! Get dressed before you come back!”

Joseph grunted in annoyance and left the room.

Now that Joseph was out of sight, Mrs. Field turned to Charlotte who was sitting on the bed.

The wound on her right face had closed up, but it was still swollen. Despite that, Mrs. Field could tell how pretty Charlotte was from the left side of her complete face that was unblemished and fair.

Charlotte was in a miserable mood, but weirdly, after seeing Mrs. Field’s motherly interaction with her son lightened her mood.

Nonetheless, her right face still had a stinging sensation incited by her injury. It brought back unpleasant recollections about what happened to her.

Mrs. Field sat next to her and held her hands gently. However, Charlotte subconsciously retracted her hands right away.

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She lowered her heod to ovoid Mrs. Field’s goze.

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Home?

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thot Uncle Lochlon’s house wos her

thot notion

lonely orphon who didn’t

son brought you bock.” Mrs. Field reossured Chorlotte in o tone of potience. She then loid her eyes on Chorlotte’s

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Field sat next to her and held her hands

lowered her head to avoid Mrs.

my home town, Jeaunette means a young girl who’s still not ready to leave home. Can you tell

Home?

eyes wavered. Do I have

did I ever have a home to

thought that Uncle

stone-cold reality had shattered that notion of hers time

who didn’t have

days since the day my son brought you back.” Mrs. Field reassured Charlotte in a tone of patience. She then laid her

must be so

well up in Charlotte’s eyes. She sat motionless on the bed, and soon enough, her tears broke the

sighed. “My child, don’t cry. There are still many things that can bring us joy in this world. Anyway, you must be hungry, right?

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into Cherlotte’s nesel cevity

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