Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 109

Yvonne pulled out the package from the bag—it was a sealed pastry, still bearing a branded sticker.

“Is this… honey cake?” she wondered aloud, squinting at the label.

As soon as Yvonne spoke, Marico’s gaze flickered over. Instantly, his eyes hardened, and a chill swept across his sharply handsome features.

Yvonne sensed his change in mood right away.

“What is it?” she asked nervously, swallowing hard, her face drawn with caution.

Marico stared at the familiar pastry she’d unwrapped, a storm of emotions passing through his dark eyes—shock, disbelief, and, most unmistakably, pain.

Yvonne thought, for a moment, that she must be mistaken.

But no—she really had seen it, the trace of anguish in his eyes.

A desk separated them, but suddenly it felt as though he was sinking into the depths of a cold sea, radiating a silent, suffocating grief.

“Marico?” Yvonne set the honey cake aside and hurried over, bending down to study his face, earnest concern in her voice.

He was always so stoic, his feelings tightly guarded. To see him unravel like this unsettled her.

She was scared.

“I’m fine. Just throw it away.” Marico picked up his black coffee and drained it in one go.

His striking features were visibly tense, every muscle drawn tight.

“Okay, I’ll get rid of it.” Yvonne obeyed at once, scooping up the honey cake and the paper bag and heading out.

As she stuffed the cake back into the bag, she noticed a small card tucked inside.

She pulled it out and read:

Marico, I remember this was your and your mother’s favorite cake. It took me ages to find it—I hope you’ll still like it.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from the office, like something heavy slammed onto a desk.

“Take your watch back. I don’t want it.” Marico’s voice was cold as steel, his eyes fixed on Yves.

“Marico, what’s this about? Xenia meant well—why do you always have to hurt her?” Yves’s handsome face was twisted with indignation, clearly protective of Xenia.

“I’m married. I don’t accept gifts from any woman except my wife.” Marico’s words were icy and final, brooking no argument.

“You’re married? So what about Xenia?” Yves blurted out, wounded on Xenia’s behalf, his tone brimming with reproach.

Marico’s gaze narrowed dangerously. Yves caught himself and quickly softened, “Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just don’t want to see Xenia get hurt.”

“There was a time I thought you were just a hopeless romantic. Now I see you’ve lost your mind. Completely.” Marico had never judged Yves before, nor had Yves ever tried to play matchmaker in the open.

But right now, Marico realized he might need to reevaluate the friend standing before him.