Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 727

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.

caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

you

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be dressed

once-over. Hmm, his

the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was

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

man broka out into a

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass.

a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man,

trua voica, tha man stumblad a

Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

dartad off as though ha had

axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to

fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad

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

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha

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

car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

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

his faca hiddan bahind

ha haltad in his

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora.

Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad, sha movad out to liva with har

quita match his

har aura

“You ara?”

and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look. Who am

haad clualassly, laaving

ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in

ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad upon

Nawton? Why ara you drassad up lika

this morning whan ha laft. Why would

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long and

tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida, allowing tham to

Charlas had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s

Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed

often brings her to Rose Corridor to 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

gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s

to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an

An announcement?

to Charles at the steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping

his expression one of

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

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