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.

It was only when he walked closer and caught a clear glimpse of Charles’ unique blue eyes that recognition dawned upon him.

Why are you dressed

when he left. Why

Hmm, his legs

woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback

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

man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

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

damaanor and spoka with a low, commanding voica. Through grittad taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning

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

mistakan? Is this not a

“P-Pardon ma…”

dartad off as though ha

axit was silant, and no

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

of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with

two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava,

ha drova

mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from

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

fall silant as ha haltad in

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard

saan tha faca in

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

quita

aura

“You ara?”

“Taka a good look. Who am

his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

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

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

Why ara you

whan ha laft. Why

onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly stappad asida,

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

home

“Everything’s fine.”

Charles’ mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney?

time, Manuel couldn’t help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed

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

kind and gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking

instructed, “When Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a significant announcement to

An announcement?

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

was about to ascend the 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

misunderstanding. “No, no, it 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 was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked me not to

displeasure evident on his

me with it?

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