Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 111

“You have to show some respect for the owner before you hit their dog. Who’d dare lay a finger on you with me around? What do they take me for, a decoration?”

Marico’s long, narrow eyes narrowed further, his sharp features cast in the pale morning light streaming through the window. The backlighting sculpted every angle of his face with almost unnatural precision, yet there was a chill to him that cut right through to the bone.

Yvonne pretended to only half-listen, as if his words drifted past her.

Her small, fair face remained perfectly calm. “Even so, I’d rather not know about these things, if that’s alright?”

Marico’s cold gaze lingered on her, silent, but the deepening crease between his brows betrayed his growing impatience.

“Fine. You can go.” He tried to keep his composure, but Yvonne somehow managed to kindle a spark of irritation in him.

She always looked so quiet and obedient, yet in that calm look was a clear wish to see the end of this marriage and make way for someone else—as if being known as Marico’s wife was a burden she could hardly bear.

“I’ll be going now, then.” Yvonne felt a wave of relief wash over her at his answer.

She’d worn a mask yesterday—his close friend probably hadn’t recognized her.

As for the wedding they’d once talked about, she now felt it was better left unheld.

Yvonne walked out of the executive suite and had barely stepped off the elevator when she spotted Linda standing just behind her assistant, Anna. It looked like Linda was offering guidance, but Yvonne knew she was just waiting to pounce.

“Yvonne, what did Mr. Hamilton say?” Linda asked.

“Huh? I thought you just asked me to bring something up to him?” Yvonne replied, feigning confusion, her innocent face the picture of cluelessness.

“I told you to deliver the samples. Didn’t Mr. Hamilton say anything else?” Linda’s frown deepened, clearly displeased with Yvonne’s attitude.

“Mr. Hamilton was busy. He just told me to leave the package on his desk and didn’t say anything else. If you want to know more, why don’t you go up and ask him yourself?” Yvonne replied, heading to her desk and taking a sip of water.

Yvonne, meanwhile, was lost in thought.

She’d always assumed Marico married her out of spite, unable to be with the one he truly loved. But now, she had to reconsider.

Maybe their marriage wasn’t just a matter of convenience. Maybe she was just a convenient shield.

“Hey, what do you think it means when a successful man’s never had any rumors about women?” Yvonne cupped her cheeks in her hands and sighed.

Nydia’s eyes lit up as she grinned, “In the past, it usually meant he’d loved someone he couldn’t have. But these days? Odds are, he’s probably gay.”

What?

Yvonne stared at her in shock.