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.
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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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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 the screen

forgot he

the center of attention, sitting in

to feed someone

Even those through the screen could smell

brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its

“Oh, yes, sure!”

document in

as he skimmed through the

I was so focused on watching them

Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and

profit

honing in on where he stopped

stretched his arm off-screen for the seventh time,

don’t want

to feed her, Cedrick retracted his arm naturally and lifted it to his

you can’t eat

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

needs to control

midair as

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

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

toss his cup in anger like how he

a kid

for a

them down with water before continuing his meeting as though nothing

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

to his wife well on

know his series of actions would

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

are you

aside, Gwendolyn struggled to break free from

She could feel the warm breath

he complained, “Since

“Wait!”

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

depressed, but he couldn’t

the Harris residence the next day if he said he

the other hand, he would be restricted from doing anything and his

Both options are torture.

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

not used to sleeping

changed. Give it two nights at most, and you’ll get used to