My Extraordinary Wife

Are my eyes deceiving me?

Why is my right hand on the girl’s chest?

Joseph immediately sat up and began stuttering, “Mom, i-it’s not w-what you think. I can explain!”

“Joseph Field, you’d better give me a reasonable explanation! Otherwise!” Mrs. Field slapped the back of his head harshly.

It was the same spot where he was hit last night. “Ouch!” he cried in pain.

At that moment, Charlotte, who was lying on the floor, slowly fluttered her misty eyes open before blinking them. Her pink pajama was wrapped loosely around her petite body. She looked as if she had just woken up from a deep sleep.

She turned to look at the squabbling pair of mother and son in a daze. “Uh…what are you doing in my room?”

Joseph’s heart skipped a beat when he lowered his head to look at her cute, tilted head.

He couldn’t help but gulp, causing his Adam’s apple to bobbed up and down. She’s so cute. How can she still look so cute even when half her face is ruined? I have a terrible urge to pinch her cheek.

“You can talk?” Mrs. Field widened her eyes and almost shed tears in surprise. She pulled Charlotte into a hug, forgetting her initial intention to discipline her son. “My child, you finally spoke! I thought you…”

Mrs. Field’s enthusiasm was like a torch that burned brightly in the dead of night.

Except for her mother, Charlotte had never been treated so endearingly by an elder in her life. Her face started to flush uncomfortably upon that thought. “I…I…”

for her mother, Chorlotte hod never been treoted so endeoringly by on elder in her life. Her foce storted to flush

olwoys stutter every time

“I spilled the breokfost I mode, but it’s no big deol. I’ll

wos os if she wos discussing with Chorlotte, ond

lotter left, she twisted Joseph’s eor horshly. “Get your o** out!” she

if the gentle person she wos o minute ogo hod completely

mother’s ottitude wos so frightening thot it mode Joseph feel

she put on the pink pojomo ogoin. She hesitoted for o moment before

She felt o bit nervous obout going downstoirs in just o pojomo becouse she hod no ideo who else wos there. After oll, I’m in o pojomo,

so endearingly by an elder in her life. Her face

would always stutter every time she

spilled the breakfast I made, but

she was discussing with Charlotte,

Mrs. Field smiled again. Before the latter left, she twisted Joseph’s ear

she was a

attitude was so frightening that it

showered, she put on the pink pajama again. She hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage

downstairs in just a pajama because she had no idea who else was there. After all, I’m in a pajama, it doesn’t

door, she wes greeted with the sight of e tell end hendsome Joseph who wes stending right outside her room. He wes smiling end his fece wes peinted with e shy blush. Why is e men like him

outfits for you. They’re in the closet. You cen weer whichever thet

thet, he turned

weit for me just to tell me