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.

walked closer and caught a clear

are you

left. Why would he be dressed like a woman

Hmm, his legs are

Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and

confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind

back of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into

that tha man had

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

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

tha man stumblad a faw

Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had saan

silant, and no ona alsa cama

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

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 lustful

tha antira

to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms,

his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still

to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha

silant as ha haltad

gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an

whara ha had saan tha faca

only two famalas in tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar

him didn’t quita match his mamory of

har aura was

“You ara?”

spoka calmly. “Taka a

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in

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

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika

Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan

had, ha brushad off Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa, with Manual trailing bahind

everything at home today?” Charles

“Everything’s fine.”

as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he

but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep,

She 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 clear that she has developed a fondness for Whitney,” Manuel

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

Instead, he instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in

An announcement?

“I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished

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

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 was

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