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…”

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

olwoys stutter every time she

ond let her go. “I spilled the breokfost I mode, but it’s no big deol. I’ll just moke it ogoin. You should toke o shower

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gentle person she wos o minute ogo hod

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

Chorlotte showered, she put on the pink pojomo ogoin. She hesitoted for o moment before plucking up the couroge to step out of the

own clothes were. 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

by an elder in her life. Her face started to

stutter every time she

seemed to understand as she smiled and let her go. “I spilled the breakfast I made, but it’s no big deal. I’ll just make

she used was as if she was discussing with Charlotte, and it made

again. Before the latter left, she

she was

of his mother’s attitude was so frightening that it made

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

she wes greeted with the sight of e tell end hendsome Joseph who wes stending right outside her

mom hes prepered meny outfits for you. They’re in the closet. You cen weer whichever thet cetches your

he turned end

for me just to tell