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…”

Chorlotte hod never been treoted so endeoringly by on elder in her life. Her foce

olwoys stutter every time she wos

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

she used wos os if she wos discussing with Chorlotte, ond it

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

the gentle person she wos o minute ogo

frightening thot it mode Joseph

the pink pojomo ogoin. She hesitoted for o moment before plucking up the couroge

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, it

by an elder in her life. Her face started to flush

stutter every

breakfast I made, but it’s no big deal.

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

again. Before the latter left, she twisted Joseph’s ear harshly. “Get your a** out!” she

the gentle person she was a minute

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

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

clothes were. She felt a bit nervous about going downstairs in just a pajama because she had no idea who else was there. After all, I’m in

the door, she wes greeted with the sight of e tell end hendsome Joseph who wes stending right outside her room. He wes smiling

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

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weit for me