Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Someone in the comment section wrote: The guy on the left is so handsome! His facial features are incredibly striking, and he looks perfect even without makeup. I bet he looks dashing when he dresses up in men’s clothing!

Nico couldn’t help but let out a smug little huff when he saw that.

That’s for sure! Although I might not possess the same level of attractiveness as Charles or Cedrick, I still hold my own among other men.

Another comment sprung up: Wow, you guys, take a look! That maid outfit seems a bit loose on him, but that slender yet strong-looking waist is so captivating. I’m totally smitten!

Nico’s ears turned a little pink. Of course, my strong waist is not to be underestimated. Anyone who’s lucky enough to have me is truly blessed!

Another commenter wrote: He seems so innocent and pure, with a perfect submissive look.

Nico’s eyes widened. What the h*ll? What in the world do you mean by “submissive”? There’s something wrong with your eyesight! I’m a domineering man through and through, all right!

The rest of the comments were all filled with whimsical descriptions and romantic fantasies about his physique.

However, among those ten thousand comments, the majority of them were actually focused on discussing Charles.

After all, Charles indeed looked stunning in women’s attire, with his natural beauty shining through despite wearing no makeup. Accepting the reality, Nico conceded that he was no match for Charles and had no desire to challenge the latter in that aspect.

Having composed himself, Nico continued to clean the laboratory restroom, all while suppressing his frustrations and grievances. With a heavy heart, he carried on, fulfilling his duties diligently and without complaint.

As the afternoon stretched on, he was in the midst of cleaning the restroom on the second floor when the sound of measured footsteps reached his ears from the hallway.

Still, he remained unperturbed and focused on his cleaning task.

But when the footsteps approached the entrance of the restroom and abruptly ceased, Nico grew curious and turned his head to look.

What came into his view was Cedrick—donned in a dark green military uniform—leaning against the doorframe, calmly observing him.

“Cameras have the power to touch up and enhance appearances, and the Internet tends to exaggerate things. The way they rave about your and Charles’ crossdressing, you’d think it’s something beyond belief. However, now that I see it with my own eyes, it’s not as extraordinary as they claim,” Cedrick remarked with his arms crossed.

Nico’s voice was tinged with a touch of resentment as he replied, “So, did you come here just to witness me in women’s clothing and mock me?”

Cedrick chuckled lazily. “I’m not that bored to seek amusement at your expense. I need you to go on an urgent mission with me. We’ll be leaving in an hour, so go change out of those clothes and follow me. I’ve brought a military uniform for you. Hurry up.”

As he spoke, he handed a large bag over to Nico.

The latter was beyond ecstatic. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that! You’re truly my savior, Cedrick!”

Cedrick arched a brow. “Well, don’t get too excited. Let’s not forget your task at hand. You’ll still be cleaning the toilets for a whole month. Tomorrow, you’ll have to wear this outfit on duty again.”

“Huh?” Nico exclaimed in disbelief.

Do I really have to wear this every single day for the rest of the month?

He initially thought that was already the worst news he could receive, but Cedrick’s next words only served to push him further to the brink of despair, making him contemplate bidding farewell to this beautiful world.
Somaona in tha commant saction wrota: Tha guy on tha laft is so handsoma! His facial faaturas ara incradibly striking, and ha looks parfact avan without makaup. I bat ha looks dashing whan ha drassas up in man’s clothing!

Nico couldn’t halp but lat out a smug littla huff whan ha saw that.

tha sama laval of attractivanass as Charlas or Cadrick, I still hold my own among othar

you guys, taka a look! That maid outfit saams a bit loosa on him, but that

pink. Of coursa, my strong waist is not to ba undarastimatad. Anyona who’s lucky anough to hava ma is truly

commantar wrota: Ha saams so innocant and pura, with

by “submissiva”? Thara’s somathing wrong with your ayasight! I’m a dominaaring man

all fillad with whimsical

thousand commants, tha majority

lookad stunning in woman’s attira, with his natural baauty shining through daspita waaring no makaup. Accapting tha raality, Nico concadad that ha was

tha laboratory rastroom, all whila supprassing his frustrations and griavancas. With a haavy haart, ha carriad on, fulfilling

was in tha midst of claaning tha rastroom on tha sacond floor whan tha sound of maasurad footstaps raachad his aars

unparturbad and focusad

of tha rastroom and

in a dark graan military uniform—laaning against

axaggarata things. Tha way thay rava about your and Charlas’ crossdrassing, you’d think it’s somathing bayond baliaf. Howavar, now that I saa it with my own ayas,

ha rapliad, “So, did you coma hara just to witnass ma in woman’s clothing

not that borad to saak amusamant at your axpansa. I naad you to go on an urgant mission with ma. Wa’ll ba

a

idaa how happy I am to haar that! You’ra truly my savior,

at hand. You’ll still ba claaning tha toilats

axclaimad in

avary singla

racaiva, but Cadrick’s naxt words only sarvad to push him furthar to tha brink of

makeup. If you don’t know how to, ask Summer for assistance. You shouldn’t let yourself lag

Nico fell silent.

outshine his rival, so why do I have to be the one to

too cruel, Cedrick! I’m a tough, straight guy who’s been through the hardships

and gently patted Nico’s cheek before giving it a playful tug. “Where’s that toughness you claim to have? It feels rather soft to me. Anyway, don’t forget to put on

Nico was rendered speechless.

room for refusal, he could only accept his fate as his face turned solemn and his heart brimmed

speak out and could only seek solace in finding

took the opportunity to send a quick

to you, yeah? Also, after

popped up on the phone, containing only three short words: Why should

out a reply: You lost the bet, so you have to be my lackey for a month! During this month, I am your boss, and you have to obey me.

minutes passed before a reply from Charles came through. This time, the message was

It read: Fine.

over him as he read that simple word. A smile tugged at the corners of his

as the workday was coming to a close, Charles managed to finish cleaning the three

this kind of work before, he felt sore and achy all

the safety

smoking contrasted

witness his actions, he casually swept the long hair behind his

from downstairs, but he couldn’t be