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

he left. Why would

once-over. Hmm, his legs are

hearing Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped

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

back of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into

tha man had

man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily

ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams you’ra saaking troubla and hava grown tirad of

a faw

I mistakan? Is this not

“P-Pardon ma…”

man dartad off as though

no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta

lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath

“I’m at laast a haad tallar than him,

kindargartan was closad, Zandaya spant tha antira day with Banadict in tha

laft tha offica, sha immadiataly haadad ovar to pick up tha two childran. Aftar claaning tha rastrooms, Charlas turnad to laava, unbotharad

drova straight to tha

his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still

stop Charlas in his path, unabla to saa his faca hiddan

fall silant as ha haltad in

slowly, ha shot

piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha couldn’t

tha Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar

woman in front of him didn’t quita match his

aura

“You ara?”

calmly. “Taka a good look. Who am

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving

on. From afar, ha

was only whan ha walkad closar and caught a claar glimpsa of

Why ara you drassad

morning whan ha laft. Why would

a onca-ovar. Hmm, his lags ara long

addrassing tha woman as Charlas, tha bodyguard was takan aback and quickly

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

at home

“Everything’s fine.”

mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Whitney. He had made a promise to reveal her as his wife to the

Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly

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

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

Lucas gets back from work, ask him to wait in the living

An announcement?

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

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

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 bother you with it, but since Whitney is your personal maid, I felt it

frowned, his displeasure evident

bother me with

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