Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 116

As Xenia spoke, tears began to stream down her face.

Across from her, the elderly Mrs. Hamilton watched with a blank stare, her expression bordering on exasperation.

“All right, neurology is on the ninth floor. Go see what’s wrong with your head. Don’t stand here sniveling in front of me—I can’t stand crying,” Mrs. Hamilton said, her tone stern and issuing a clear command to leave.

Edith caught on immediately, making a polite gesture to show Xenia and her bodyguard to the door.

This hospital belonged to the Hamilton family, and Marico was fiercely protective of his grandmother. Security was tight everywhere—bodyguards stationed at every turn.

Xenia was unceremoniously ushered into the elevator, her dignity in tatters.

Still sobbing, she glanced up at the ninth floor. “Neurology? That woman said she was here for the flu! She lied to me!”

Muttering to herself, Xenia stabbed the button for the ninth floor, determined to get to the bottom of things.

Though the woman’s clothes were plain, Xenia wasn’t about to let any clue slip through her fingers.

But after running around in circles, she found nothing. This was Marico’s territory; she couldn’t get involved at all.

Frustrated, Xenia began tugging anxiously at her own hair, her nerves frayed as she called Yves. He picked up instantly. “Yves, I think Marico got married. You have to find out who it is—whatever it takes!”

…

Downstairs, Yvonne sat by the man-made lake.

She’d been so nervous when she arrived that she forgot to pick up a fruit basket and flowers.

Now, after stepping out for a bit, she’d stopped by a florist for a bouquet of carnations, grabbed a fresh fruit basket, and even picked up a few snacks.

By the time Marico found her, she was crouched on the ground, feeding a stray cat.

He paused immediately when he saw her there, her hand stroking the plump orange tabby’s fur.

Yvonne pressed her lips together, her fair face showing a flicker of hesitation. “Just trying to avoid unnecessary trouble, that’s all.”

She blinked her clear eyes at him, curiosity brightening her gaze. “Why would I be jealous?”

Her features were calm and sincere, not a hint of jealousy anywhere.

Marico’s dark eyes searched hers, looking for any sign she was hiding something.

But there was nothing.

“Come on. She’s gone—Grandma sent her packing.” Marico’s face remained impassive as he turned and strode off ahead of her.

Yvonne stood there a moment, puzzled. She’d said she wasn’t jealous, but he seemed a little… disappointed?

Why on earth was that?