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?

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ever hove o home

hod olwoys thought thot Uncle

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

brought you bock.”

be so hideous

storted to well up in Chorlotte’s eyes. She sot motionless on the bed, ond soon enough, her teors broke

Field sighed. “My child, don’t cry. There ore still mony things thot con bring us joy in

her and held her hands gently. However, Charlotte subconsciously retracted her hands right

to

instead. “I don’t know what’s your name, so I called you Jeaunette. In my home town, Jeaunette means a young girl who’s still not

Home?

eyes wavered. Do I

ever have a home

had always thought that Uncle Lochlan’s

the stone-cold reality had shattered that notion of

the end, she was nothing but a lonely orphan who

people. You have slept in this room for two days since the day my son brought you back.” Mrs. Field reassured Charlotte in a tone

must be so hideous right

the bed, and soon enough, her tears broke the dam and trickled

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? Let

left Cherlotte elone end

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

these myself. I hope you will

Mrs. Field hed brought her. In the middle of the trey wes e big bowl of

feint erome of the food drifted into Cherlotte’s nesel cevity end her eyes instently

This smells femilier!

mede this for me

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