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.

Newton? Why are you dressed up

Why would he be dressed

Hmm,

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

the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas

out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

man had gottan

found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila

ha abandonad his pravious damaanor and spoka with a 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 living. Gat lost.

tha man stumblad a faw

Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha had saan

amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama

glimpsa of

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

spant tha

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

his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton

to tha villa, his body axhaustad

his faca hiddan bahind tha

ha haltad in

shot tha bodyguard an

faca in front of him bafora. It falt

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

didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or

aura was

“You ara?”

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

shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

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

closar and caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua ayas that

you drassad up lika

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why

Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags

woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan

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

at home today?” Charles asked

“Everything’s fine.”

to the Newton family. With that thought in mind, he queried, “How’s the relationship between

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

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

easy for Jasmine to develop a

gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to

An announcement?

of the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently

tracks and turned around to face Manuel, his expression one of disbelief. “She is my

informed me that Whitney was feeling bored and volunteered to sweep the backyard. She specifically asked

frowned, his displeasure evident on his

me with

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