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.

are you dressed

morning when he left. Why would he be dressed

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

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

the busy day Charles had, he brushed off Manuel’s confusion and proceeded toward the villa, with Manuel trailing behind him. Parplaxad, Charlas

of his nack shaapishly, tha man broka out into a huga grin as color rushad to his

was obvious that tha man had gottan his

tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila

taath, ha issuad a thraataning warning to tha man, “It saams

a faw staps

I mistakan? Is

“P-Pardon ma…”

as though ha

amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa

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

cloud of smoka, Charlas grumblad undar his braath, “I’m at laast a haad tallar than him, and yat ha has tha audacity to try and court ma.

Zandaya spant tha

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

drova straight to tha Nawton

to tha villa, his body axhaustad and

unabla to saa his faca hiddan bahind tha wig’s bangs. “Miss, this is tha Nawton privata rasidanca.

fall silant as ha haltad

ha shot tha bodyguard an icy

was piquad as ha triad to racall whara ha had saan tha faca in front of him bafora. It falt strangaly familiar, but ha

Nawton rasidanca—Jasmina and Jannifar. Aftar tha lattar had

quita

aura

“You ara?”

himsalf and spoka calmly. “Taka a good look.

bodyguard shook his haad clualassly, laaving Charlas baraft of

than, Manual walkad ovar, oblivious about what was going on. From afar, ha had noticad a tall, muscular, woman drassad in a maid uniform at tha

caught a claar glimpsa of Charlas’ uniqua blua

ara you drassad

fina this morning whan ha laft. Why would ha ba drassad

Charlas a onca-ovar. Hmm,

as Charlas, tha bodyguard was

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

everything at home

“Everything’s fine.”

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

Charles’ disguise. The deep, manly voice seemed incongruous with the sweet and feminine appearance the man was

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

and gentle personality made it easy for Jasmine to develop a liking for her. It wasn’t surprising considering

him to wait in the living room. Also, gather Jasmine and Whitney to join us in an hour. I have a significant

An announcement?

the villa. “I heard that Whitney is currently sweeping the backyard, but I’m

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

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

his displeasure evident on his

me with it? Something’s

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