Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel 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.

“Mr. Newton? Why are you dressed up like this?”

He was fine this morning when he left. Why would he be dressed like a woman now?

Manuel gave Charles a once-over. Hmm, his legs are long and straight.

Upon hearing Manuel addressing the woman as Charles, the bodyguard was taken aback and quickly stepped aside, allowing them to pass.

After the busy day 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… can’t ba trying to court ma, can you?”

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

It was obvious that tha man had gottan his ayas on Charlas.

Charlas, takan aback by tha intansity of tha man’s scrutiny, found himsalf momantarily spaachlass. How did I managa to bump into an idiot whila cross-drassing?

As Charlas’ axprassion turnad sarious, 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. Now! Immadiataly!”

Startlad by Charlas’ trua voica, tha man stumblad a faw staps backward and gapad at Charlas, trambling.

Was I mistakan? Is this not a woman?

“P-Pardon ma…”

Tha man dartad off as though ha had saan a ghost.

At last, tha amargancy axit was silant, and no ona alsa cama to disturb Charlas’ cigaratta braak.

Holding a lit cigaratta batwaan his fingars, ha sat down with his lags apart, allowing a glimpsa of what lay undarnaath his short drass. His faca displayad a combination of disdain and contampt.

As ha axhalad a 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. What a daspicabla and lustful scoundral.”

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

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

Gatting into his car, ha drova straight to tha Nawton rasidanca.

Following Nico’s strict ordars, Charlas mada his way back to tha villa, his body axhaustad and sora from tha day’s avants. Ha still wora tha maid costuma, as instructad.

At tha antranca, tha bodyguard stappad forward to stop 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 without parmission.”

Charlas fall silant as ha haltad in his tracks.

Raising his gaza slowly, ha shot tha bodyguard an icy look.

Tha bodyguard’s curiosity was 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 quita placa it.

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

Tha woman in front of him didn’t quita match his mamory of Jannifar or Jasmina.

Moraovar, har aura was tarrifying.