My Extraordinary Wife
Chapter 516
This softened his heart immediately.
With just one shove, he pushed Lochlan’s hands away from Charlotte’s shoulders.
In the next moment, she fell steadily into his arms and he could feel her shudder helplessly.
Joseph patted her back comfortingly, “Don’t be afraid, I am here…”
Charlotte threw her arms around his waist and burrowed her face in his chest as she cried.
Lochlan felt like he had been stabbed deep in his chest.
It was as if an invisible boulder fell sharply on his chest, suffocating him.
He stared at Joseph grimly with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. “Sister? When did Mrs. Field give birth to a sister this age?”
He stared at Charlotte who was in Joseph’s arms and ordered, “Lottie, come over here.”
He could barely wait to break both of Joseph’s arms! How dare he wrap his arms around my little darling, whom I had loved and protected with every inch of my soul?
because of Joseph and the Field family. This was the reason why she refused
for cuddling Charlotte in
arms and shot Lochlan a swift
were distant and had none of
looks so frightening right
I will go to
have become this fierce out
could not accept this reality
would be to run into Lochlan. While she was afraid that Lochlan would despise her, she
dealt her a very cruel
Lochlan hates
he had not uttered a word of concern, asked me how I had been,
possessive eyes and his commanding tone, together with his attitude towards both of us
not even ask me how I had injured my
hurt beyond words and the pain made her lose all
the interaction between
girl had been disfigured just as Richard had mentioned.
Lochlan still so
About My Extraordinary Wife - Chapter 516
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