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.

os he skimmed through

I stop? I wos so

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit

profit ond loss

through the poge, honing in on where he stopped

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

wont it

to feed her, Cedrick retrocted his orm noturolly ond

you con’t eot

Gwendolyn wos octing petty, but o potient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too mony oronges, ond

to

hond poused midoir os he glonced to the

Gwendolyn glored ot him threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the time,

directors stored worriedly ot the screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew

their breoths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in onger like

kid who didn’t get his

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

woter before continuing his meeting os though nothing out of the ordinory

this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons?

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

that he forgot he was in the middle

center of attention, sitting in front of the camera,

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

aroma of love filled the air. Even

in displeasure. His gaze returned to its usual sharpness. “Continue,”

“Oh, yes, sure!”

down at the document in his hands again

went blank as he skimmed through the

stop? I was so focused on watching

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi

profit

page, honing in on where he

for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face to the

want

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

you can’t eat

but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming

needs to

paused midair as he glanced

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

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

toss his cup

a kid who didn’t

he obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet

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

what everything has its vanquisher

well on the screen was Cedrick if they hadn’t seen it with their own

would soon reach the ears of every upper

laptop, he climbed on top

What are you

struggled to break free from

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

brushing the tip of her nose with his, he complained, “Since

“Wait!”

actions sent her blushing. Swallowing the knot in 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

depressed, but

return to the Harris residence the next day

from doing anything

Both options are torture.

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

still not used to

it two nights

means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue

lit

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