Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 132

“Seems to me you’re after more than just these,” Marico said, his dark eyes narrowing, the intensity in his gaze growing sharper by the second.

Yvonne blinked at him, all wide-eyed innocence.

She thought she understood what he was getting at.

“You’re not suggesting I’m after you too, are you?” she asked, drawing her head back, her expression a perfect picture of mock-surprise—as if she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

Marico sat motionless, his face as impassive as ever, but his eyes told a different story. He really did believe that.

Yvonne looked at his proud, icy demeanor and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Mr. Hamilton, they say there’s a generation gap after the age of three—I think we’ve definitely got one.”

She stuck out her tongue playfully, looking for all the world like a mischievous little girl.

But Marico wasn’t amused.

He immediately unclasped his hands from his chest and gripped the arms of his chair, then, in one swift motion, stood up and strode toward her.

Yvonne jumped in alarm, spinning around to make a run for it.

So men really did care about their age.

Had she just stepped on a landmine?

She barely managed to take a step before Marico, with his long legs, closed the distance in a single stride. His strong arm shot out, catching her easily.

He pulled her back against him, one hand securing her waist.

Yvonne felt her body stabilize from the waist down, but her head, still turning, collided hard with his chest.

His solid muscles left her reeling—her head spun and she saw stars.

“Ouch!” she yelped.

Her delicate little face scrunched up in pain.

“What did you just say? Care to repeat that?” His low, icy voice thundered down on her, making her freeze in place.

“What did I even say?” Yvonne stammered, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes, like a puppy caught doing something wrong.

She looked utterly defenseless.

Marico’s expression darkened further, his sharp, handsome features set in a stony mask. He clenched his teeth and pressed, “What did you just call me?”

She kept trying to avoid his breath, inching away as far as she could.

Marico watched her, noting the pretty flush creeping up her cheekbones and coloring her ears.

A spark lit in his dark eyes. He leaned in and nipped her earlobe.

“Mmm—ah!”

Yvonne jolted, a startled sound slipping from her lips, making her even more embarrassed. She slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified.

“Mr. Hamilton!” Her eyes were wide and shiny with tears, cheeks blazing red.

Marico knew she was flustered, but he didn’t let go.

He bit down, just enough to make his point.

“You came home late tonight. Why didn’t you ask where I’d been? Or who I was with?”

If she really cared, there was no way she’d be so indifferent, so incurious.

This woman, for all her sweet, harmless looks and obedient ways, didn’t care about him at all.