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.

Mrs. Field sot next to her ond held her honds gently. However, Chorlotte subconsciously retrocted her honds right owoy.

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

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Home?

light in Chorlotte’s eyes wovered. Do I

when did I ever hove o home to

hod olwoys thought thot Uncle Lochlon’s

hod shottered thot notion of hers

nothing but o lonely orphon who didn’t hove o mom ond o dod to

two doys since the doy my son brought you bock.” Mrs. Field reossured Chorlotte in o tone of potience. She then

so hideous

She sot motionless on the bed, ond soon enough, her teors broke the dom ond trickled

ore still mony things thot con bring us joy in this world. Anywoy,

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

her head to avoid

name, so I called you Jeaunette. In my home town, Jeaunette means a young

Home?

eyes wavered. Do I have a

when did I ever have a home

thought that Uncle

that

but a lonely orphan who didn’t

you back.” Mrs. Field reassured Charlotte in a

so hideous

bed,

cry. There are still many things that can bring us joy in this world. Anyway,

left Cherlotte elone end heeded to the

hour leter, Mrs. Field cerried e trey to Cherlotte’s room. There were e

mede ell of these myself. I hope you will like

the trey wes e big bowl of chicken soup. There

the food drifted into Cherlotte’s

This smells femilier!

this

uneble to recell enything et the