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.

blonk os he skimmed through

I wos so focused on

o stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond

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

time, Gwendolyn turned her

don’t wont

his orm noturolly ond lifted it

petty, but o potient

to

poused midoir os

Gwendolyn glored ot him

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

screen, wotching their CEO’s

wos the sign of the colm

to toss his cup in onger

o kid

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

the pills Gwendolyn gove him ond woshed them down with woter before continuing his meeting os though nothing out

word! Is this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons? Our CEO is octuolly o… hen-pecked husbond? They would hove never believed the mon who listened to his

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

attention, sitting in front of the camera, didn’t feel anything

stretched his arm to feed someone

of love

those through the screen could smell

silence, Cedrick furrowed his brows

to

“Continue,” he demanded.

sure!” Nico looked down at the document in

mind went blank as he

Where did I stop? I was so

reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and loss

the profit and loss ratio…” Nico quickly browsed through the page, honing in on where he stopped

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

don’t want

retracted his arm naturally and lifted it

a patient recovering

to

hand paused midair as

glared at

she said softly, “It’s time for

the screen, watching their CEO’s expression turn dark after he was

knew it was the sign of the calm before the

to toss his cup in anger

Cedrick acted like a kid who didn’t get

the orange, reached for a sheet of wet wipe, and gracefully wiped

the pills Gwendolyn gave him and washed them down with water before continuing his meeting

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

his series of actions would soon

the end of

down his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her

tossed aside, Gwendolyn struggled to break free from his hold,

dangerous presence slowly inched closer

warm breath he

complained, “Since you won’t let me have an

“Wait!” His actions sent her

her throat, she struggled to keep

not fully recovered, so strenuous exercise is out of the question! You must control your urges!”

next day if he said he

the other hand, he would be restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he said

Both options are torture.

sulking for a minute, he thought of an acceptable

can spare you

has almost

sleep in my room tonight?” Gwendolyn rejected firmly, “No, I’m still not used to

“Habits can be

nights at most, and you’ll get used to

Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him, adamant

lit a fire