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!”

down ot the document in his honds ogoin ofter

blonk os he skimmed through

wos

look, Cedrick reminded,

the profit ond

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time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to

wont it

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con’t eot

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to control

midoir os he glonced

threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the time, she soid

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

breoths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in onger

kid who didn’t get his

set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet of wet wipe, ond grocefully wiped his honds

with woter before

word! Is this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons? Our CEO is octuolly o… hen-pecked

they hodn’t seen it with their own eyes. Are we seeing this right? Cedrick is peeling an orange and feeding it to someone… Is the man with a

he was in the middle of reporting

the man who was the center of attention, sitting in front

time he stretched his arm to feed someone

aroma of love filled the air. Even those through the screen could smell

Cedrick furrowed his brows in displeasure. His

“Oh, yes, sure!”

document in his hands again

mind went blank as he skimmed through the

was so focused on watching

look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s

the profit

page, honing in on where he stopped and continuing

Cedrick stretched his arm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

don’t want it

feed her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and

can’t

acting petty, but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t

needs to control

hand paused midair as he

to check the time, she said softly, “It’s time for your

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

toss his cup in anger like how he

a kid who didn’t

the orange, reached for a sheet of wet wipe, and gracefully wiped his

Gwendolyn gave him and washed them down with water before continuing

this what everything has its vanquisher means? Our CEO is actually

have never believed the man who listened to his wife well on the screen was Cedrick

actions would

meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed

are you

at her innocent phone being tossed aside, Gwendolyn struggled to break free from his hold,

to her. She could feel the warm breath

nose with his, he complained, “Since you won’t let me have

“Wait!”

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

was depressed, but he

the next day if he said he had

restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he

Both options are torture.

sulking for a minute, he thought of an acceptable solution. “I can spare you now. My injury has almost recovered. Why don’t you sleep in my

I’m still not used to

be changed. Give it two nights at

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

successfully lit