Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 119

Marico let out a low, almost mocking laugh, his gaze fixed on Yvonne—deep, unreadable, and intense.

He didn’t say another word, but Yvonne understood perfectly what that look meant.

“Dinner’s ready,” she blurted, quickly turning off the faucet, eager for an escape.

But Marico’s hands were already braced on either side of the sink, blocking her path.

“Dinner’s ready. Don’t keep Grandma waiting,” he murmured, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“All right. We’ll settle this at home,” Yvonne muttered, shooting him a half-hearted glare.

Marico didn’t look away, his eyes locked on hers. “Don’t think you’re getting off easy, Mrs. Hamilton.”

Yvonne just grinned. “Come on, your lordship, have a little mercy on your poor wife.”

“Not a chance.” Marico straightened, finally moving his hands away, his voice tinged with mock arrogance.

That only made Yvonne want to laugh even more.

“What, are you jealous?” she teased.

“No,” Marico replied lazily, but there was a sulky edge to his voice.

He wouldn’t admit it, but something about her had stirred up a possessiveness he rarely let himself feel. With this whirlwind marriage, Yvonne had a knack for getting under his skin—though he’d never let her know it.

Yvonne didn’t really believe he’d be jealous over her, but she wasn’t about to argue. Now freed from his blockade, she made a beeline for the open-air dining terrace.

“Grandma, you can see the stars from here. It’s beautiful,” she said, settling down beside Mrs. Hamilton.

No matter how many times she switched, the headlines got more outrageous: one anchor praised Xenia’s beauty and intellect, calling her a stunning tech CEO; another gushed about this “cutting-edge partnership,” hinting that something romantic might be brewing.

Yvonne nearly wore out the remote trying to find the opera channel, but it was hopeless.

“Guess it’s not time yet, Grandma. Every channel’s running the news,” Yvonne said sweetly, glancing at the older woman beside her.

Grandma Hamilton, always the picture of elegance, suddenly bristled with feisty indignation. “What’s the meaning of all this, Marico? You’re married, and the news is still full of this nonsense. Since when did news anchors turn into rumor-mongers?”

“Don’t listen to any of that, Grandma. It’s all made up,” Yvonne soothed, quickly switching off the TV.

“I’m not mad, dear. I just feel bad for you, marrying such a handsome man and having to put up with all this nonsense. Marico, give me a straight answer—what’s going on with this mess?” Grandma Hamilton demanded, gripping Yvonne’s hand protectively.

“I’ll take care of it,” Marico promised, his tone gentle—he never argued with his grandmother. Whatever she wanted, he complied without hesitation.