Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 105

“Talking with you is shaving years off my life,” Marico muttered, looking as if he’d lost all will to live.

Yvonne clicked her tongue, a little lost for words. They clearly weren’t on the same wavelength, and she had no idea how to pick up the conversation.

What really puzzled her, though, was that despite all his grumbling, he made no move to leave. Instead, he pulled out his phone and started typing out a message.

Yvonne glanced up at him. The bright light cast sharp shadows across his chiseled features, making his already striking face even more defined. Beneath his strong brows, his cool gray eyes seemed impossibly deep—impenetrable, almost as if he was hiding secrets no one could ever guess.

The two of them just stood there in awkward silence. Yvonne’s nerves were shot, completely overpowered by his presence.

Barefoot, she fidgeted, curling her toes against the floor like a guilty child caught doing something wrong.

She craned her neck, curious to see what he was doing on his phone—anything to relieve the boredom of standing there.

She couldn’t make out the contact name, but she did catch the message he was sending.

Who told you to give me this watch!

Just a handful of words, capped off with an exclamation mark. The whole thing radiated authority.

Yvonne’s face froze as she read it. Marico shot her a sidelong glance.

Busted. Flustered, Yvonne quickly changed the subject, pointing at the watch on the table.

“So, do you like the watch? Maybe you should try it on,” she blurted, just to fill the silence.

Without a word, Marico extended his left hand toward her.

“Huh?” Yvonne looked down at his elegant hand, the clean lines and prominent veins making it look both graceful and strong.

It was the kind of hand you just wanted to poke, just to see if it was real.

She resisted the urge, gripping the hem of her jeans instead of reaching out.

Marico, still holding his phone in one hand, kept typing.

After a long pause, when Yvonne still hadn’t moved, he turned his head, those deep eyes catching hers. “Put it on me.”

“Oh! Right!” Flustered, Yvonne fumbled for the watch, peeling off the protective plastic before carefully fastening it around his wrist.

That was a $40,000 watch.

She’d never even held anything so expensive before.

She adjusted the position, then gently turned his hand over to fasten the clasp.

Marico quietly cooperated with her through the whole process.

Her fingertips brushed his skin—just a quick touch on his wrist, really. Still, her cheeks grew inexplicably warm.

Marico watched her out of the corner of his eye.

Neither of them spoke, but the air between them seemed to shimmer with a soft, intimate glow.

“All done.” Yvonne finished fastening the watch and obediently drew her hands back, glancing up at him.

“All set! You can come down now,” Yvonne called out, switching off the chandelier so only the soft glow of the ambient lights remained.

Marico descended the stairs, his steps slow and deliberate.

Stepping into the living room, he saw Yvonne sitting cross-legged on the rug, her bright smile lighting up the room like a sunbeam in the golden glow.

“Happy birthday! Come make a wish and blow out the candles,” she said, waving him over.

Marico walked over and sat on the sofa, his deep eyes warm with a tenderness she’d never seen before. “Alright.”

He closed his eyes, and Yvonne started singing “Happy Birthday” beside him, her gentle, sweet voice softening the air between them.

She was only a few lines in when Marico opened his eyes and blew out the candles.

“Okay, let’s cut the cake! We each get half,” Yvonne said, licking her lips, clearly eager for dessert.

Marico took the small knife from her and neatly sliced the cake in two.

“Let’s not be formal. Just dig in—this half’s yours, this half’s mine.” Yvonne picked up a spoon and scooped up a bite. Originally, she’d meant to eat it herself, but feeling his gaze on her, she instinctively offered him the first bite. “You go first.”

She wanted the cake badly, but managed to restrain herself, just licking her lips as she waited, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

But Marico wasn’t looking at the cake at all.

His gaze lingered instead on her, on the soft pink tip of her tongue, as his throat tightened and he swallowed hard.