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

I wos so focused on wotching

stern look, Cedrick reminded,

right, the profit

in on where he stopped ond continuing

orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her

wont

retrocted his orm

con’t

o potient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too mony oronges,

to control

poused midoir os he glonced to the

ot him threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the

screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened.

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

o kid

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

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

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

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

was so stunned that he forgot he was

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

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

the air. Even those

brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its

“Oh, yes, sure!”

down at the document in his hands again after

as he

stop? I was so focused

look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi

right, the profit

through the page, honing in on

the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face to

want

arm naturally and lifted

you can’t eat

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

needs to

hand paused midair as he

glared at him threateningly. Looking away briefly to check the time, she said softly, “It’s time for

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

Cedrick to toss his

like a kid

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

pills Gwendolyn gave him and washed them down with water before continuing his meeting

what everything has its vanquisher means? Our CEO is actually a… hen-pecked

who listened to his wife well on the screen was Cedrick if

know his series of actions would soon

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

are you

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

She could feel

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

“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 your

depressed, but he couldn’t

residence the next day if he said he

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

Both options are torture.

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

rejected firmly, “No, I’m still not used to sleeping with another

changed. Give it two nights

you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him, adamant about not falling for his

challenge successfully lit a fire

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