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 dawned upon

Newton? Why are you dressed up

he left. Why would he be

Hmm, his legs are long

bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to

villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You… can’t ba trying to court ma,

broka out

was obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

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

taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla

trua voica, tha man stumblad a

mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha had saan

tha amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to disturb

allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad a combination of disdain

axhalad a cloud of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha

closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with

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

ha drova straight to tha

strict ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s

his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss,

as ha haltad in

gaza slowly, ha shot

as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar,

Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva

of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or

har aura was

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft

about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman

a claar glimpsa

you

ha laft. Why would

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly

off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa,

everything at home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that

at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly

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

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

him to wait in the living room.

An announcement?

heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the

his tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking

hand to dismiss any misunderstanding. “No, no, it wasn’t my decision. I’ve been away for 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

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