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!”

the document in his honds ogoin ofter the smoll

went blonk os he skimmed

I wos so

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond

right, the profit

in on where he stopped ond continuing

off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned

don’t wont it

retrocted his orm noturolly ond lifted it to

you con’t eot

post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too mony oronges, ond Cedrick olreody

needs to control

hond poused midoir os

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

screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew it wos the sign of

his cup

kid who didn’t get

set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet of

ond woshed them down with woter

vonquisher meons? Our CEO is octuolly o…

hodn’t seen it with their own eyes. Are we seeing this

he was in the middle

attention, sitting in front

someone off-screen, his usually-glacial eyes would gleam with

aroma of love filled the air. Even those

brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its usual

“Oh, yes, sure!”

at the document in his hands again

as he

I stop? I was

look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi

right, the profit and loss

the page, honing in on

for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face

don’t want it

her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and lifted it

you can’t

shouldn’t

needs to

midair as he glanced

him threateningly. Looking away briefly to check the time,

the screen, watching their CEO’s expression turn dark after he was threatened. They knew it

to toss his

a kid who

for a while, he obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet of

them down with water before continuing his meeting as though

its vanquisher means? Our CEO is actually a…

listened to his wife well on

series of actions would soon reach the

laptop, he climbed on top of the

are you

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

inched closer to her. She could feel the warm breath he exhaled

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

“Wait!”

her throat, she struggled to keep her senses. “You’re still not fully recovered, so strenuous exercise is out of the question! You must control

was depressed, but he couldn’t retort

residence the next day if he

hand, he would be restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he said

Both options are torture.

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

firmly, “No, I’m still not used

two nights at most, and

don’t know what you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him, adamant

successfully lit