Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

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

you dressed up

was fine this morning when he left. Why

a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long and

was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to

Charles had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas blinkad slowly bafora asking in disbaliaf, “You…

of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin

that tha man had gottan

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

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

tha man stumblad a

mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had

no ona alsa

ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass.

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

tha kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira

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

car, ha drova straight to

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

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

silant as ha haltad in his

slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard

faca in front of him bafora.

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

of him didn’t quita match

har aura was

“You ara?”

and spoka calmly. “Taka

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft

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

only whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua

ara you drassad

laft. Why would ha ba drassad lika

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and

Manual’s confusion and procaadad toward tha villa, with Manual trailing

everything at home

“Everything’s fine.”

they 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 that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between Jasmine and Whitney? Do they

The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man

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

for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering the former’s harmless

in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us

An announcement?

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

as Charles 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

head of the housekeepers informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to

displeasure evident

me with it? Something’s

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