The Ex and Her Riches

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!”

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needs to

midoir os

check the time, she soid

their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew

to toss his cup in onger like how he

kid who

while, he obediently set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet of wet wipe,

with woter before continuing his

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

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

he was in the middle

who was the center of attention, sitting in front of the camera,

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

aroma of love filled the air. Even those through the

his brows in displeasure. His

“Oh, yes, sure!”

document in his hands again after the small

went blank as he skimmed through the

stop? I was

a stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s

right, the profit and

browsed through the page, honing in on where he stopped

stretched his arm off-screen for the seventh time,

want

her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and lifted it

can’t

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

to

midair as he glanced

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

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

his

like a kid who didn’t

obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet of wet

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

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

believed the man who listened to his wife well on the screen was Cedrick if they hadn’t seen it

know his series of actions would soon reach the ears of every upper

his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her phone and held her

are you

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

to her. She could feel the warm breath he

the tip of her nose with his, he complained,

“Wait!”

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

depressed, but he couldn’t

residence the next

would be restricted from doing anything

Both options are torture.

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

not

be changed. Give it two nights