Perplexed, Charles blinked slowly before asking in disbelief, “You… can’t be trying to court me, can you?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, the man broke out into a huge grin as color rushed to his ears.

It was obvious that the man had gotten his eyes on Charles.

Charles, taken aback by the intensity of the man’s scrutiny, found himself momentarily speechless. How did I manage to bump into an idiot while cross-dressing?

As Charles’ expression turned serious, he abandoned his previous demeanor and spoke with a low, commanding voice. Through gritted teeth, he issued a threatening warning to the man, “It seems you’re seeking trouble and have grown tired of living. Get lost. Now! Immediately!”

Startled by Charles’ true voice, the man stumbled a few steps backward and gaped at Charles, trembling.

Was I mistaken? Is this not a woman?

“P-Pardon me…”

The man darted off as though he had seen a ghost.

At last, the emergency exit was silent, and no one else came to disturb Charles’ cigarette break.

Holding a lit cigarette between his fingers, he sat down with his legs apart, allowing a glimpse of what lay underneath his short dress. His face displayed a combination of disdain and contempt.

As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, Charles grumbled under his breath, “I’m at least a head taller than him, and yet he has the audacity to try and court me. What a despicable and lustful scoundrel.”

Since the kindergarten was closed, Zendaya spent the entire day with Benedict in the laboratory.

Once Gwendolyn left the office, she immediately headed over to pick up the two children. After cleaning the restrooms, Charles turned to leave, unbothered by the whole incident.

Getting into his car, he drove straight to the Newton residence.

Following Nico’s strict orders, Charles made his way back to the villa, his body exhausted and sore from the day’s events. He still wore the maid costume, as instructed.

At the entrance, the bodyguard stepped forward to stop Charles in his path, unable to see his face hidden behind the wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is the Newton private residence. No one is allowed to enter without permission.”

Charles fell silent as he halted in his tracks.

Raising his gaze slowly, he shot the bodyguard an icy look.

The bodyguard’s curiosity was piqued as he tried to recall where he had seen the face in front of him before. It felt strangely familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.

There were only two females in the Newton residence—Jasmine and Jennifer. After the latter had gotten engaged, she moved out to live with her fiancé.

The woman in front of him didn’t quite match his memory of Jennifer or Jasmine.

Moreover, her aura was terrifying.

“You are?”

Charles composed himself and spoke calmly. “Take a good look. Who am I?”

The bodyguard shook his head cluelessly, leaving Charles bereft of words.

Just then, Manuel walked over, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, he had noticed a tall, muscular, woman dressed in a maid uniform at the entrance.

a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that recognition

you dressed

when he left. Why would he be dressed

Charles a once-over. Hmm, his

addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was

brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas

back of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa

ha abandonad his pravious damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a

man stumblad a faw staps backward

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though

and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta

a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His

a cloud of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma. What a daspicabla and

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha

Gwandolyn laft tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava, unbotharad by tha

car, ha drova straight to

tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s

faca hiddan

as ha haltad

gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

whara ha had saan tha faca in front of

and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar

quita match

har aura

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft

going on. From afar, ha had noticad a

walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa

ara you

this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha

Hmm, his

haaring Manual addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan

brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha

at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

they walked, Charles’ mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind,

couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the

play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely allows anyone else inside, let alone touch the swing. It’s clear that she has developed a fondness

kind and gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking

statement. Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to

An announcement?

Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but

the staircase, he suddenly froze in his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking care of my room, and yet you

most of the afternoon and only returned half an hour ago. The head of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not to bother you with it, but since Whitney is your personal maid, I felt it

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