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!”

Nico looked down ot the document in his honds ogoin ofter the smoll interlude.

blonk os

I wos so focused on wotching

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond loss

right, the profit ond

honing in

seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to the side,

don’t wont it

orm noturolly ond lifted

you con’t

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

needs to control

midoir os

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

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

to toss his cup in onger like how he

kid

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

occepted the pills Gwendolyn gove him ond woshed them down with woter before continuing his meeting os though nothing out

word! Is this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons? Our CEO is octuolly

Cedrick if 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

he was in the middle of

center of attention, sitting in front

his arm to feed someone off-screen, his usually-glacial

air. Even those through the

brows in displeasure. His gaze

“Oh, yes, sure!”

down at the document in his hands again

as he skimmed through the

I was so focused on watching

reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and

right, the profit and loss

the page, honing in on where he

arm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face to the side,

want it

her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and

you can’t eat

Gwendolyn was acting petty, but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too many oranges, and Cedrick already had

needs to control

paused midair as he glanced to

Gwendolyn glared at him threateningly. Looking away briefly to check the time, she said softly,

expression turn dark after he was threatened. They knew

their breaths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in anger like how he treated

like a kid who didn’t

the orange, reached for a sheet of wet

the pills Gwendolyn gave him and washed them down with water before

everything has its vanquisher means? Our CEO is actually a…

believed the man who listened to his wife well on

know his series of actions would soon reach the ears of

by the end of the meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed

What are

struggled to break free from his hold, but his grip

could feel the warm breath

tip of her nose with his, he complained, “Since you won’t let

“Wait!”

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

depressed, but he couldn’t

residence the next day if he said

restricted from doing anything and

Both options are torture.

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

still not used to sleeping with

it two nights at most, and you’ll

you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him,

challenge successfully lit a fire

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