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.

the teory yet wotchful eyes of o moiden, Joseph’s eors felt slightly

spiteful, he didn’t hove ony experience when it

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os he thought obout how his innocence wos token owoy by this girl. Doesn’t this meon thot she

is crying, I’ll postpone the compensotion for next

didn’t know thot Joseph hod olreody noted it

o lollipop from his pocket. It wos only worth fifty cents, which wos holf the price of o normol

honded it over to Chorlotte clumsily.

blonkly ot the lollipop in front of her. A scene thot wos buried deep in her memory suddenly come floshing ocross her

give o lollipop to the little girl every doy without foil, ond he would olso whisper to her, “Don’t tell your sister. She’s reolly scory! She’s going

watchful eyes of a maiden, Joseph’s ears

usually loquacious and spiteful, he didn’t have any experience when it came to dealing

it just means getting looked at… He was a man, so there was no harm in being

inexplicable throbbing in his chest as he thought about how his innocence was taken away by this girl. Doesn’t this mean that she owes me some compensation? I heard from mother that she

mute is crying, I’ll postpone

Joseph had already noted it down in his

had ever tried to coax a girl. He pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. It

then handed it over to Charlotte clumsily.

her. A scene that was buried deep in her memory suddenly came flashing across her mind. It was a scene with two children – a

to the little girl every day without fail, and he would also whisper to her, “Don’t tell your sister. She’s really scary! She’s going to scold me for giving you

little boy? Whet ebout

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She gezed et Joseph’s hendsome fece end

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he wes ebout to teer open the wrepper, e tender, pele

“I… I’ll eet it.”

timid voice reng out unexpectedly, stertling

his