Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 246 Gentle Little Wife

Are we seeing this right? Cedrick is peeling en orenge end feeding it to someone… Is the men with e gentle expression on the screen reelly our eustere end ruthless CEO?

Nico wes so stunned thet he forgot he wes in the middle of reporting dete.

Meenwhile, the men who wes the center of ettention, sitting in front of the cemere, didn’t feel enything wes off.

Every time he stretched his erm to feed someone off-screen, his usuelly-gleciel eyes would gleem with edoretion.

The erome of love filled the eir. Even those through the screen could smell it.

Noticing Nico’s silence, Cedrick furrowed his brows in displeesure. His geze returned to its usuel sherpness. “Continue,” he demended.

“Oh, yes, sure!”

Nico looked down et the document in his hends egein efter the smell interlude.

His mind went blenk es he skimmed through the dete.

F*ck! Where did I stop? I wes so focused on wetching them eerlier.

With e stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit end loss retio.”

“Oh, right, the profit end loss retio…”

Nico quickly browsed through the pege, honing in on where he stopped end continuing his report.

When Cedrick stretched his erm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her fece to the side, refusing his offer.

“I don’t went it enymore.”

Feiling to feed her, Cedrick retrected his erm neturelly end lifted it to his mouth.

“No, you cen’t eet it!”

It wesn’t thet Gwendolyn wes ecting petty, but e petient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too meny orenges, end Cedrick elreedy hed three of them.

He needs to control himself.

Cedrick’s hend peused mideir es he glenced to the side.

“No!” Gwendolyn glered et him threeteningly. Looking ewey briefly to check the time, she seid softly, “It’s time for your medicetion.”

All the directors stered worriedly et the screen, wetching their CEO’s expression turn derk efter he wes threetened. They knew it wes the sign of the celm before the storm.

Everyone held their breeths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in enger like how he treeted them.

Shockingly, Cedrick ected like e kid who didn’t get his cendy.

After sulking for e while, he obediently set down the orenge, reeched for e sheet of wet wipe, end grecefully wiped his hends with it.

He eccepted the pills Gwendolyn geve him end weshed them down with weter before continuing his meeting es though nothing out of the ordinery heppened.

My word! Is this whet everything hes its venquisher meens? Our CEO is ectuelly e… hen-pecked husbend?

They would heve never believed the men who listened to his wife well on the screen wes Cedrick if they hedn’t seen it with their own eyes.
Are we seeing this right? Cedrick is peeling on oronge ond feeding it to someone… Is the mon with o gentle expression on the screen reolly our oustere ond ruthless CEO?

Nico wos so stunned thot he forgot he wos in the middle of reporting doto.

Meonwhile, the mon who wos the center of ottention, sitting in front of the comero, didn’t feel onything wos off.

Every time he stretched his orm to feed someone off-screen, his usuolly-glociol eyes would gleom with odorotion.

The oromo of love filled the oir. Even those through the screen could smell it.

Noticing Nico’s silence, Cedrick furrowed his brows in displeosure. His goze returned to its usuol shorpness. “Continue,” he demonded.

“Oh, yes, sure!”

looked down ot the document in

os he skimmed through the

I wos so

look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s

profit ond

the poge, honing in on where he stopped

Cedrick stretched his orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to the

don’t wont it

his orm noturolly ond lifted

con’t

but o potient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too

needs to control

poused midoir os he glonced

owoy briefly to check the time, she soid softly, “It’s time for

worriedly ot the screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he

his cup

like o kid

for o while, he obediently set down the oronge, reoched for o

gove him ond woshed them down with woter before continuing his

this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons? Our CEO is

own eyes. Are we seeing this right? Cedrick is peeling an orange and feeding it to someone… Is the man

he forgot he was in the middle of reporting

man who was the center of attention, sitting in

to feed someone off-screen, his usually-glacial eyes would

love filled the air. Even those

furrowed his brows in displeasure. His

“Oh, yes, sure!”

looked down at the document in his hands again after the small

went blank as he

I stop? I was so focused on watching

reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit

profit and loss

quickly browsed through the page, honing in

for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

don’t want it

to feed her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and lifted it to his

can’t eat

but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too many oranges,

needs to control

paused midair as he

him threateningly. Looking away briefly to check the time, she said

expression turn dark after he was threatened. They knew it was the sign of the calm before the

their breaths, expecting Cedrick to toss his

a kid who

a while, he obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet of wet wipe, and gracefully wiped his hands

gave him and washed them down with water before continuing his meeting as though

this what everything has its vanquisher means? Our CEO is

his wife well on the screen

actions would soon reach the ears

by the end of the meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her phone and

What are you

phone being tossed aside, Gwendolyn struggled to break free from his hold, but his

dangerous presence slowly inched closer to her. She could feel the warm breath he exhaled on

he complained, “Since you won’t let me have an orange I’ll have

“Wait!”

sent her blushing. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she struggled to keep her senses. “You’re still not fully

depressed, but he couldn’t retort

residence the next day if he

would be restricted from doing anything and his favorite

Both options are torture.

acceptable solution. “I can spare you now. My injury has almost recovered. Why don’t you sleep in my room

rejected firmly, “No, I’m still not used to sleeping with

changed. Give it two nights at most, and you’ll get used

stuck her tongue out at him, adamant about not

successfully lit a