Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 131

Yvonne had just let out a weary sigh when her phone buzzed—Grandma Hamilton was calling.

She answered right away. “Grandma, is everything okay?... The suitcase? I’ll go look for it.”

Still on the phone, Yvonne headed for the elevator and took it downstairs.

Sure enough, there it was: a large suitcase with a combination lock.

When she punched in the code and opened it, she was completely stunned.

Whatever restless thoughts she’d had before were instantly swept away by this unexpected windfall.

It was half past nine by the time Yvonne heard someone come in. She knew Marico was finally home.

Tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, she decided to get up and find him.

The bedroom door was open, but he wasn’t there. Instead, a bright sliver of light shone from under the study door.

He’d come home late today and was still working.

“Mr. Hamilton?” Yvonne knocked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come in.”

His deep, clear voice carried through the door.

Yvonne carefully turned the ornate brass handle, poked her head in, and peeked around.

“Did you need something?” Marico looked up from his laptop, his gaze falling on Yvonne in her pajamas, wide-eyed and innocent in the doorway.

She was a far cry from the crisp, professional look she wore at the office; tonight, in her sweet, girlish sleepwear, she seemed even younger and softer.

Something in Marico’s eyes warmed at the sight.

On his laptop screen, a grid of executives from around the world was frozen mid-discussion. When they heard the gentle, sugary voice in the background, even their stern CEO’s expression softened.

For a moment, everyone leaned in, curiosity piqued, hoping for a bit of gossip.

Yvonne stood obediently at the door. “Are you busy?”

“Did you need something?” he repeated.

She nodded. “Just a little thing.”

Without hesitation, Marico told the group to pause the meeting, then exited the call and snapped his laptop shut—all in one smooth motion.

But Yvonne didn’t flinch or panic. Instead, she just shrugged playfully. “With you around, I really don’t need money. Sure, it’s important, but you mean more to me than any amount of cash ever could.”

At those words, whatever chill had lingered in Marico’s eyes melted away.

“And you expect me to believe that?”

His tone was still cool, but the coldness was gone.

Yvonne just grinned, sweet as ever.

Her smile was like a glass of ice-cold lemonade on a hot summer day—bracing, sweet, more intoxicating than wine.

“You’re entitled to your thoughts, and I’m entitled to my choices. I don’t have to let your doubts dictate what I do.”

“Sharp tongue.”

She giggled. “Alright, I won’t bother you anymore. If Grandma asks, I’ll just say I gave it all to you to look after. After all, what’s mine is yours.”

What’s mine is yours.

That single, sweet sentence sent a ripple through Marico’s usually unflappable heart.