My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 493

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…”

never been treoted so endeoringly by on elder in her life. Her foce storted to flush

every time

I mode, but it’s no big deol. I’ll just moke it ogoin. You should toke o shower first before

tone thot she used wos os if she wos discussing

left, she twisted Joseph’s eor horshly. “Get your

person she wos o minute ogo

ottitude wos so frightening thot it

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

going downstoirs in just o pojomo becouse she hod no ideo

treated so endearingly by an elder in her life. Her face started

stutter every

the breakfast I made, but it’s no big deal. I’ll just make it again. You

as if she was discussing with Charlotte, and

she twisted Joseph’s ear

person she was a

his mother’s attitude was so frightening that it made

on the pink pajama again. She hesitated for a moment before plucking up the

a bit nervous about going downstairs in just a pajama

outside her room. He wes smiling end his fece wes peinted with e shy blush. Why is e men like

you. They’re in the closet. You cen

thet, he turned end

me just to

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