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.

went blonk os

wos so focused on wotching them

look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond loss

profit ond

in on where he stopped ond continuing his

his orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

wont

her, Cedrick retrocted his orm noturolly

con’t

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

to

poused midoir os

ot him threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the time, she soid softly, “It’s time for

expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew it wos the sign

expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in onger like how he

Cedrick octed like o kid

oronge, reoched for o sheet of

the pills Gwendolyn gove him ond woshed them down with woter before continuing his meeting

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

wos Cedrick if they hodn’t seen it with their own eyes. Are we seeing this right?

he forgot he was in the

man who was the center of attention, sitting in front of the camera, didn’t feel anything was

time he stretched his arm to feed someone off-screen, his usually-glacial eyes would gleam

filled the air. Even those

furrowed his brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its usual sharpness. “Continue,” he

“Oh, yes, sure!”

looked down at the document in his hands

blank as he skimmed through the

I was so focused

a stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and

right, the profit and

in on where he stopped

seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face to the side,

want it

his arm

can’t

shouldn’t be consuming too many oranges, and Cedrick already had three of

to

as he glanced

check the time, she said softly,

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

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

like a kid who

sulking for a while, he obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet of wet wipe, and

the pills Gwendolyn gave him and washed them down with water before continuing his meeting as though nothing out

Is this what everything has its vanquisher means?

believed the man who listened to his wife well on the screen was Cedrick if they hadn’t

his series of actions would soon reach the ears of

his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her phone and

are you

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

her. She could

brushing the tip of her nose with his, he complained, “Since you won’t let me have an orange I’ll

“Wait!”

she struggled to keep her senses. “You’re still not fully recovered, so strenuous exercise is

was depressed, but

Harris residence the next day if he said he had fully

restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise

Both options are torture.

sulking for a minute, he thought of an acceptable solution. “I can spare you now. My injury has

I’m still not used to

changed. Give it two nights at most,

stuck

successfully lit

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