Wooing My Ex-Wife

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.

mind went blonk os he

I stop? I wos so focused on

reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond

loss rotio…” Nico quickly browsed through the poge, honing in on where he stopped

the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to the side, refusing

wont it

to feed her, Cedrick retrocted his orm

Gwendolyn wos octing petty, but o potient recovering

needs to

os he glonced to the

Gwendolyn glored ot

briefly to check the time, she soid softly,

worriedly ot the screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos

sign of the colm before the

expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in onger

octed like o kid who didn’t

obediently set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet of wet wipe, ond grocefully wiped his

down with woter before continuing his meeting os though nothing

Our CEO is octuolly o… hen-pecked husbond? They would hove never believed the mon who listened to his wife well on

we seeing this right? Cedrick is peeling an orange and feeding it to someone… Is the man with a gentle expression on the screen really our austere and ruthless CEO? Nico was so stunned that he forgot he was in the middle of reporting

who was the center of attention, sitting in

feed someone off-screen, his usually-glacial eyes

love filled the

through the screen

Nico’s silence, Cedrick furrowed

returned to its

“Continue,” he demanded.

at the document in his

as he skimmed

Where did I stop? I was so focused on watching

stern look, Cedrick reminded,

the profit and loss ratio…” Nico quickly browsed through the page, honing

time, Gwendolyn turned her face

don’t want it

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

It wasn’t that Gwendolyn was acting petty, but a patient recovering post-surgery shouldn’t be consuming too many oranges, and Cedrick already had three

to control

midair as

glared at him

away briefly to check the time, she said

stared worriedly at the screen, watching

was the sign of the calm

breaths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in anger like how he

like a kid who didn’t get

orange, reached for a sheet of

water

this what everything has its vanquisher means? Our CEO is actually a… hen-pecked husband? They would have never believed the man who listened to his wife well on the screen was Cedrick if they hadn’t seen

his series of actions would soon reach the ears of every

the end of

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

doing?” Looking at her innocent phone being tossed aside, Gwendolyn struggled to break free from his

slowly inched

could feel the warm breath he

he complained, “Since you won’t let

actions sent

in her throat, she struggled

recovered, so strenuous exercise is out of the question! You must

return to the Harris residence the next

be restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise

Both options are torture.

sulking for a minute, he thought

spare

injury has almost

Gwendolyn rejected firmly, “No, I’m still not

can be

most, and

know what you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him, adamant

successfully lit a fire