The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 246

“Did they see it correctly?” Eder actually peeled the orange himself and even fed it

Is this gentleman in the video truly the cold and ruthless ruler of the Grant family?! Even Eric was stunned, momentarily forgetting that he was supposed to be reporting the data.

Meanwhile, the man on the screen, who was under the watchful eyes of the entire conference room, remained completely unaware of any impropriety.

As he fed the orange beyond the screen, a subtle glimmer of tenderness appeared in his typically icy black eyes. The sweet and affectionate atmosphere filled the conference room unabated, permeating even through the digital display.

Noticing Eric’s sudden silence, Eder frowned disapprovingly, swiftly returning to his chilly demeanor. “Continue,” he commanded.

“Oh, yes!” Eric jolted back to reality, his eyes flicking back to the information booklet in his hands. But suddenly, he found himself at a loss. The line he had just read had slipped from his memory! With a stern expression, Eder prompted him. “The profit–and–loss ratio of the Rossi project.” “Oh, right, the profit–and–loss ratio Eric hastily flipped through the pages, finally locating the relevant information and resuming his report.

Just as Eder was about to feed the seventh orange outside the screen, Grace shifted her face to the side, refusing to open her mouth.

“I don’t want to eat anymore.” Unable to feed her, Eder naturally withdrew his hand, preparing to eat the orange himself.

A voice from beside stopped him, “You can’t, you’re not allowed to eat!” It wasn’t that Grace was being stingy, but someone who was in the recovery period after surgery shouldn’t eat too many oranges. Eder had already eaten three today.

He had to control himself!

Eder stopped eating the oranges, then turned his head and glanced to the side. “No!”

Grace frowned, threatening him with her gaze, and then checked the time, speaking softly, “It’s time. Take your medicine!”

The stern president received a scolding, and everyone watched his face grow dark, signaling trouble ahead..

The room fell silent, anticipating a tantrum and the sound of a cup breaking, just like he had done to them in the past. But to their surprise, Eder seemed like a child denied candy.

After a moment of annoyance, he promptly placed the orange down and grabbed a wet wipe, gracefully cleaning his hands,

from outside the screen, mixed it with warm water, and effortlessly resumed the

what they mean by

out to be a man

they would never have believed that the man on the

followed his wife’s instructions, was Ider!

actions in front of the camera would soon become known to the entire senior

woman who was leisurely playing with her phone, and pressed her down onto the

at the innocent phone lying beside her, Grace struggled to free her wrist,

on her, and his warm breath caressed

and accused her in a cold tone, “If you won’t let me eat

made her feel ticklish and blush. She tried to regain control and said, “Your injuries haven’t

leave tomorrow. He would face limitations and be unable to do certain

while, he came up with a somewhat acceptable solution. “Then, I won’t hother you. My injuries have gotten better. How about you sleep in my room tonight?”

quickly shook her head. “No, I’m not

Just

what you’re planning. It’s not going to happen!”

successfully ignited the

his dominance, and supported her shoulders, preventing her

corner of his mouth twitched, and he said, “Today, you were the one who provoked me first. There’s no escape; you have to take responsibility for extinguishing the

legs restrained, Grace could only wave her hands and show her frustration from

injuries and didn’t want to

hard.

complain, “You’re bullying me! I’ll beat you up! Let me go!” Being repeatedly beaten completely annoyed Eder..

first time he called her by

to an end when the phone rang. It was a

put her down and let her answer the

down, she asked, “Dad, what’s up?”

Chapter 215

Eder’s injuries getting

brother did without much thought. Since he’s getting better, why don’t you take