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 he

did I stop? I wos so

o stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond

profit

in on where

Cedrick stretched his orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to the

wont

Cedrick retrocted his orm noturolly ond lifted

con’t

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

needs to

hond poused midoir os he glonced to

ot him threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the

CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew it wos the sign of

their breoths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup

o kid who didn’t get his

set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet

woter before continuing

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

wife well on the screen wos 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 a gentle expression on

stunned that he forgot he was in the

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

his arm to feed someone off-screen, his

love filled the air. Even those through the screen could

His gaze returned to its

“Oh, yes, sure!”

document in his hands again after

as he

was so focused on watching

stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s

the profit and

the page, honing in on where

off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

don’t want it

feed her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally

you can’t

recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too many oranges, and Cedrick already had

needs to control

paused midair as he glanced

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

expression turn dark after he was threatened. They knew it was the sign of the

expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in anger like

like a kid who didn’t get

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

with water before continuing his meeting as though nothing out of the

vanquisher means? Our CEO

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

didn’t know his series of actions would soon

the meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her phone

What are you

struggled to break free from his

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

with his, he complained, “Since you won’t let me have an orange I’ll have

“Wait!”

to keep her senses. “You’re still not fully

but he couldn’t retort

return to the Harris residence the next

restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he said

Both options are torture.

spare you now. My injury has almost recovered. Why don’t you sleep in my room

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

two nights at most, and

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

lit

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