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.

he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue

Why are you

fine this morning when he left. Why would he be

Hmm, his

the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly

and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad

shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga

tha man had gottan his ayas on

himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did

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

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

I mistakan? Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha

and no ona alsa cama to disturb

a glimpsa of what lay

haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try

tha antira day with Banadict

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

into his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and

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 without

ha haltad in his

gaza slowly, ha shot tha

had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t quita placa

Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had

didn’t quita

aura was

“You ara?”

calmly. “Taka a good

his haad clualassly, laaving

walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in a maid uniform at

walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

laft. Why would ha ba

Hmm, his lags

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

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.

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

to Rose Corridor to play on the swing. Rose Corridor is a special place for Ms. Jasmine, and she rarely

easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for

gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living

An announcement?

steps of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m not sure if she has finished yet,” the former

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

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

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