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My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 493
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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.

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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...”

She would always stutter every time she was nervous.

Mrs. Field 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 it again. You should take a shower first before coming down, okay?”

The tone that she used was as if she was discussing with Charlotte, and it made Charlotte felt respected.

Charlotte nodded and Mrs. Field smiled again. Before the latter left, she twisted Joseph’s ear harshly. “Get your a**

out!” she shouted sternly.

It was as if the gentle person she was a minute ago had completely disappeared.

The contrast of his mother’s attitude was so frightening that it made Joseph feel wronged and sad.

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

courage to step out of the room.

She 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 was there. After all, I’m in a pajama, it doesn’t seem appropriate...

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted with the sight of a tall and handsome Joseph who was standing

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right outside her room. He was smiling and his face was painted with a shy blush. Why is a man like him blushing

like that?

“My mom has prepared many outfits for you. They’re in the closet. You can wear whichever that catches your

attention.”

With that, he turned and left.

Did he wait for me just to tell me this?

Charlotte bit her lip and she went back in again. When she opened the closet, there were all pink clothes inside with

various styles. She could tell how expensive these were just from a glance.

That aunt’s sense of fashion is a bit weird. Why is everything pink?

Charlotte picked a pink dress with florals patterns and put it on. After that, she scanned the pink room before

looking down at her socks, which were also pink. Why do I feel like something’s not right?”

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind. Did that aunt decorate this room all by herself? It’s indeed a bit weird,

but I can feel the warmth. What’s going on?

Meanwhile, Joseph was still blushing. He felt a bit shy when he saw Charlotte just now. Even now, he could still feel

the soft sensation on his finger.