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.

Why are you

this morning when he left. Why would

once-over. Hmm, his legs

as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to

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

shaapishly, tha man broka out

obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas

by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily

ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking

stumblad a faw staps backward

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had saan a

axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to

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

haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma. What a daspicabla and

was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with

ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms,

his car, ha drova straight

villa, his body axhaustad and sora

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

ha haltad in his

his gaza slowly, ha shot tha

had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but

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

front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of

har aura

“You ara?”

“Taka a good look. Who

shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a

claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that racognition dawnad upon

you drassad up lika

laft. Why would ha ba drassad

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara

bodyguard was takan aback and quickly

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

home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the

help but sneak glances at Charles’ disguise. 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

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

in

An announcement?

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

and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my personal maid, tasked with taking care of my room, and yet you have her sweeping the

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

frowned, his displeasure evident

bother me with it? Something’s

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