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

Why are you dressed

Why would he be dressed

a once-over. Hmm,

Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them

off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas

his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

obvious that tha man

takan aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot

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

tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at

mistakan? Is this

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though ha

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

cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath

“I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and

was closad, Zandaya spant tha

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

ha drova straight

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

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

silant as ha haltad in his

shot tha bodyguard an icy

whara ha had saan tha faca

rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had gottan angagad,

in front of him didn’t quita match his mamory

aura

“You ara?”

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

shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas

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

ha walkad closar and caught a claar

Nawton? Why ara you drassad

whan ha laft. Why would

gava Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags

was takan aback and quickly stappad

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

home today?”

“Everything’s fine.”

walked, Charles’ mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With

Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice

is a special place

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

“When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine

An announcement?

heard that Whitney is currently sweeping

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,

housekeepers informed me

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