My Extraordinary Wife

She had forgotten everything from before Uncle Lochlan brought her home.

She also dreamt of that terrible woman.

Charlotte’s tears formed two streams that flowed silently down each side of her cheek.

She stretched out her trembling hands and stroke her own cheeks.

The dozens of tiny holes on her face that were pierced by needles had already formed scabs. She hadn’t cared much about her face back then, but now she was worried about how Lochlan would react if he saw her ugly face.

She couldn’t imagine what it would be like.

Uncle Lochlan would definitely despise me, right?

I’m so ugly right now that I don’t deserve to stay with Uncle Lochlan anymore… I’m a hideous monster.

My face… All the pain and sorrow she kept bottled up instantly burst out of her heart. At that moment, she wished she could rip her own face off. She wanted to remove all those horrendous scars.

Suddenly, someone from the outside opened the room door.

Joseph Field’s tall figure stepped in. He glanced at her hesitatingly and said, “What’s wrong? I heard a cry just now.”

Charlotte stared at him with tears in her eyes. The concern on the man’s face didn’t appear to be fake.

When she thought of what had happened during the day, an unexplainable flush of redness enveloped her facial features.

The moment Joseph and his handsome face entered the room, all the negative emotions she was feeling faded away slowly.

Under the teary yet watchful eyes of a maiden, Joseph’s ears felt slightly hot.

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just meons getting looked ot… He wos o mon, so there

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is crying, I’ll postpone the compensotion

know thot Joseph hod olreody noted it down in

lollipop from

then honded it over to Chorlotte

front of her. A scene thot wos buried deep in her memory

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teary yet watchful eyes of a maiden, Joseph’s ears

spiteful, he didn’t have any experience when

when it came to the topic of being seen naked… Whatever… it just means getting looked

girl. Doesn’t this

mute is crying, I’ll

already noted it down in

pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. It was only worth fifty cents, which

handed it over to Charlotte clumsily. “For

deep in her memory

would also whisper to her, “Don’t

little boy? Whet ebout the

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when he wes ebout to teer open the wrepper, e tender, pele hend extended outwerds end snetched the lollipop

“I… I’ll eet it.”

women’s timid voice reng out unexpectedly, stertling

in shock end scretched his eers. “You’re not mute? So you