Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right

Chapter 246

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.

His mind went blonk os he skimmed through the doto.

F*ck! Where did I stop? I wos so focused on wotching them eorlier.

With o stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit ond loss rotio.”

“Oh, right, the profit ond loss rotio…”

Nico quickly browsed through the poge, honing in on where he stopped ond continuing his report.

When Cedrick stretched his orm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her foce to the side, refusing his offer.

“I don’t wont it onymore.”

Foiling to feed her, Cedrick retrocted his orm noturolly ond lifted it to his mouth.

“No, you con’t eot it!”

It wosn’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 them.

He needs to control himself.

Cedrick’s hond poused midoir os he glonced to the side.

“No!” Gwendolyn glored ot him threoteningly. Looking owoy briefly to check the time, she soid softly, “It’s time for your medicotion.”

All the directors stored worriedly ot the screen, wotching their CEO’s expression turn dork ofter he wos threotened. They knew it wos the sign of the colm before the storm.

Everyone held their breoths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in onger like how he treoted them.

Shockingly, Cedrick octed like o kid who didn’t get his condy.

After sulking for o while, he obediently set down the oronge, reoched for o sheet of wet wipe, ond grocefully wiped his honds with it.

He occepted the pills Gwendolyn gove him ond woshed them down with woter before continuing his meeting os though nothing out of the ordinory hoppened.

My word! Is this whot everything hos its vonquisher meons? Our CEO is octuolly o… hen-pecked husbond? Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

They would hove never believed the mon who listened to 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 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 data.

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

Every time he stretched his arm to feed someone off-screen, his usually-glacial eyes would gleam with adoration.

The aroma of love filled the air. Even those through the screen could smell it.

Noticing Nico’s silence, Cedrick furrowed his brows in displeasure. His gaze returned to its usual sharpness. “Continue,” he demanded.

“Oh, yes, sure!”

Nico looked down at the document in his hands again after the small interlude.

His mind went blank as he skimmed through the data.

F*ck! Where did I stop? I was so focused on watching them earlier.

With a stern look, Cedrick reminded, “Rossi Project’s profit and loss ratio.”

“Oh, right, the profit and loss ratio…”

Nico quickly browsed through the page, honing in on where he stopped and continuing his report.

When Cedrick stretched his arm off-screen for the seventh time, Gwendolyn turned her face to the side, refusing his offer.

“I don’t want it anymore.”

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

“No, you can’t eat it!”

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 of them.

He needs to control himself.

Cedrick’s hand paused midair as he glanced to the side.

“No!” Gwendolyn glared at him threateningly. Looking away briefly to check the time, she said softly, “It’s time for your medication.”

All the directors stared worriedly at the screen, watching their CEO’s expression turn dark after he was threatened. They knew it was the sign of the calm before the storm.

Everyone held their breaths, expecting Cedrick to toss his cup in anger like how he treated them.

Shockingly, Cedrick acted like a kid who didn’t get his candy.

After sulking for a while, he obediently set down the orange, reached for a sheet of wet wipe, and gracefully wiped his hands with it.

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

My word! Is 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 it with their own eyes.

Cedrick didn’t know his series of actions would soon reach the ears of every upper management.

He was exhausted by the end of the meeting. Shutting down his laptop, he climbed on top of the woman playing with her phone and held her against the couch.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

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

Cedrick’s dangerous presence slowly inched closer to her. She could feel the warm breath he exhaled on her face.

Gently brushing the tip of her nose with his, he complained, “Since you won’t let me have an orange I’ll have you.”

“Wait!”

His actions sent her blushing. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she struggled to keep her senses. “You’re still not fully recovered, so strenuous exercise is out of the question! You must control your urges!”

Cedrick was depressed, but he couldn’t retort her.

Gwendolyn would return to the Harris residence the next day if he said he had fully recovered.

On the other hand, he would be restricted from doing anything and his favorite exercise if he said he hadn’t.

Both options are torture.

After sulking for a minute, he thought of an acceptable solution. “I can spare you now. My injury has almost recovered. Why don’t you sleep in my room tonight?”

Gwendolyn rejected firmly, “No, I’m still not used to sleeping with another person.”

“Habits can be changed. Give it two nights at most, and you’ll get used to it.”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning! No means no!” Gwendolyn stuck her tongue out at him, adamant about not falling for his trick.

Her challenge successfully lit a fire within Cedrick.

He threw an arm around her waist, then carried her on his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and kept his other arm around her legs to prevent her from falling onto the floor if she struggled.

“You started this fire, so you must be the one to extinguish it.” He smirked.

“Cedrick Jenson! Put me down!”

With her legs bound, Gwendolyn could only wave her arms and threaten him.

However, she didn’t dare to punch his back too heavily out of concern for his injury.

In the end, she focused all her attacks on his firm butt.

Clenching her fists, she threw one punch after another at his butt.

“You’re bullying me! I’m going to beat the crap out of you! Let me go now! Put me down!”

Cedrick’s temper sparked.

He didn’t physically stop her and merely bellowed, “Gwendolyn Shalders Harris!”

It was a shock to her since it was her first time hearing him call out her full name.

The loud chiming of a ringtone finally ended their farce.

It was a call from Marcus. The sound was coming from Gwendolyn’s phone.

Without much of a choice, Cedrick set her back down on the couch and let her take the call.

After calming herself down, she asked, “Dad, what’s wrong?”

“Honey, how’s Cedrick? Is he doing better?”

“Yes, he’s much better now.”

“It was a lack of consideration on your brother’s end for what he did. Since Cedrick is much better now, why don’t you bring him over to the Harris residence for a family dinner?”

They were already engaged, yet Cedrick hadn’t formally visited the Harris residence. Marcus had only seen him a handful of times.

Gwendolyn thought that was indeed inappropriate.

“All right, Dad. I understand. I’ll bring him over for dinner.”

“All right, Honey…”

After a few more exchanges, Marcus finally ended the call.

The living room fell back into silence.

Gwendolyn continued to look at her phone, her head lowered. She didn’t lift her head to glance at the man standing in front of her.

Cedrick felt something was wrong when he couldn’t see her expression.

He bent down by her side and was surprised to see the redness in her eyes and the tears in them. They looked like a comet shooting across the dark sky.

His heart clenched.

Unable to bear to watch her cry, he immediately softened his tone as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

With a pout, Gwendolyn turned her face to the side, refusing to spare a glance at him. “You shouted at me.”

“I didn’t.”

Another wave of grievance washed over her.

She finally realized after that day’s incident that Cedrick was domineering and arrogant. It was his innate nature.

Plus, his strength and skills were a level above hers.

Usually, Cedrick would have yielded to her, but she could never win against him whenever they got into a real fight.

What he might do to her if she really pissed him off was a real fear.

She couldn’t allow Cedrick to suppress her any longer. She refused to be his gentle little wife forever.

She wanted to turn over a new leaf and be a queen.

To achieve that, she must snuff out any thought he had to control her.

It looks like my surprise for him has to be brought forward. I must find a chance to dull his hostility against others and show him I’m my own boss!