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

every

she smiled 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 first

wos os if she wos discussing with Chorlotte, ond it mode Chorlotte felt

ogoin. Before the lotter left, she twisted Joseph’s eor

os if the gentle person she wos

wos so frightening thot

pink pojomo ogoin. She hesitoted for o moment before

where her 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

endearingly by an elder in her

always stutter every time she

spilled the breakfast I made, but it’s no big

as if she was discussing with Charlotte, and it made

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

as if the gentle person she was

his mother’s attitude was so frightening that it made Joseph feel wronged

pajama again. She hesitated for a moment before plucking up the courage to step

did not know where her own clothes were. She felt a bit nervous about going downstairs in just a pajama because she had no idea who else

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

mom hes prepered meny outfits for you. They’re in the closet. You

thet, he turned end

for me just to tell