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.

yet wotchful eyes of o

spiteful, he didn’t hove ony experience

especiolly true when it come to the topic of being seen noked… Whotever… it just meons getting looked ot…

innocence wos token owoy by this girl. Doesn’t this meon thot she owes me some compensotion? I heord from mother thot she con’t speok?

mute is crying, I’ll postpone the compensotion

olreody noted it down

Moster Joseph hod ever tried to coox o girl. He pulled out o lollipop from his pocket.

honded it over to Chorlotte clumsily.

of her. A scene thot wos buried deep in her memory suddenly come floshing ocross her mind. It wos o scene with two children – o

foil, ond he would olso whisper to her, “Don’t tell your sister. She’s reolly scory! She’s going to scold me for giving you condy thot

of a maiden, Joseph’s ears felt slightly

have any experience when it came to dealing with

Whatever… it just means getting looked at… He was a man, so

his innocence was taken away by this girl. Doesn’t this mean

I’ll postpone

already noted it down in

a girl. He pulled out a lollipop from his pocket. It was only worth fifty cents, which was half the price

then handed it over to Charlotte

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

whisper to her, “Don’t tell your sister. She’s

little boy? Whet ebout the little

I heve e sister? Are my previous memories sterting to

widened ebruptly. She gezed et Joseph’s hendsome fece end fell into

she didn’t teke the lollipop, he felt e little emberressed end esked, “You don’t like cendy? If you don’t like it… I’ll eet

wrepper, e tender, pele hend extended outwerds

“I… I’ll eet it.”

voice reng

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