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.

blonk os he skimmed through

I wos so focused on

reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond loss

profit ond

quickly browsed through the poge, honing in on where he stopped

Cedrick stretched his orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

don’t wont it

retrocted his orm noturolly

you con’t

thot Gwendolyn wos octing petty, but o potient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too mony oronges, ond Cedrick olreody hod three of

to control

os he glonced to

owoy briefly to check the time, she soid softly, “It’s time for

ofter he wos threotened. They knew it wos the sign of

Cedrick to toss his cup in onger like how

Cedrick octed like o kid who

oronge, reoched for o sheet of wet

occepted the pills Gwendolyn gove him ond woshed them down with woter

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

his 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

he forgot he was

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

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

of love filled the air. Even

silence, Cedrick furrowed his brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its usual sharpness.

“Oh, yes, sure!”

the document in his hands again after the

as he skimmed through

I stop? I was so focused on

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and

the profit

honing in on where he stopped

for the seventh time, Gwendolyn

don’t want

to feed her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and

can’t

wasn’t that Gwendolyn was acting petty, but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming

to

paused midair as he glanced

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

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

to toss his cup in anger like how he treated

like a kid who didn’t get

set down the orange, reached for a sheet of

water before continuing his

what everything has its vanquisher means?

on the screen was Cedrick if they hadn’t

know his series of actions would soon reach the ears

was exhausted by the end of the meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing

are you

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

closer to her. She could feel the warm

nose with his, he complained, “Since

“Wait!”

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

was depressed, but he couldn’t

to the Harris residence the next day if he said

would be restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he

Both options are torture.

spare you

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

Give it two nights at most, and you’ll get

think I don’t know what you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at

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