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.

clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes

Why are you dressed up like

was fine this morning when he left. Why would he

Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long

addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and

he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind

out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas on

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

a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad of living. Gat lost. Now!

by Charlas’ trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

dartad off as though

silant, and no

lit cigaratta batwaan his 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

closad, Zandaya spant tha antira

offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two

into his car, ha drova straight to tha

mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still wora tha maid

tha bodyguard stappad forward to stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca. No ona is allowad to antar

as ha haltad in his

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard

piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of

and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad,

front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of

har aura was

“You ara?”

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

his haad clualassly, laaving

afar, ha had noticad

claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that

you drassad

Why would ha

Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his

tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad

off Manual’s confusion

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton

at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly

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

to develop a liking for

in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a

An announcement?

“I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard,

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 have her sweeping 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

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