Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 146

The two of them walked one after the other, their conversation sporadic and half-hearted.

“If that’s how you see it, there’s really nothing I can do.” Yvonne, not knowing what else to say, simply gave up and left it at that.

Marico just snorted in response.

A few minutes later, he brought two steaming bowls of pasta to the dining table.

Yvonne followed behind, carrying a plate of freshly washed fruit.

It was a simple meal—just pasta tossed with tomatoes and eggs.

Marico wasn’t picky; he ate whatever was put in front of him.

Yvonne, for her part, didn’t dare say another word, afraid she might say something wrong.

The bright dining room felt quiet and warm, filled with a gentle peace.

After finishing her meal, Yvonne got up to clear the table.

She busied herself in the kitchen, washing and wiping down the dishes, while Marico sat at the table, eating the fruit she’d prepared.

They didn’t force a conversation, but neither did it feel awkward.

When Yvonne finished cleaning up, she washed her hands. Just as she was drying them with a paper towel, Marico spoke first from the dining room. “Take a couple days to rest at home. If you get bored, you can go visit my grandmother and keep her company.”

Yvonne stepped out from the open kitchen, picked up a glass of water, and took a sip before replying, “I still have some red marks on my wrists. I’ll go see her once they fade, so she doesn’t get the wrong idea.”

She lowered her gaze, staring at the faint lines circling her wrists.

Marico noticed too.

“Alright,” he said simply, then stood up.

He picked up the bowl with the last of the cherries and handed it to her. “Go on, get some sleep.”

“Okay.” Yvonne took the bowl and started popping cherries into her mouth, one by one.

She quickly shook her head, her face turning serious. “It’s just… you saved me when I was in trouble. To me, you’re kind of like a superhero. Growing up, besides my dad, you’re the only person who’s ever really been good to me.”

The mention of her dad made Marico’s brow furrow sharply.

He hated that comparison—it sounded so old-fashioned.

“As for liking you… Mr. Hamilton, I realize I was out of line. I shouldn’t have said that—it goes against the spirit of our… arrangement. I’ll be more careful from now on.”

With that, Yvonne hurried up the stairs, her footsteps echoing.

She dreaded seeing him turn stern without warning.

But Marico reached out with his long arm and caught her by the wrist. “Arrangement? Care to explain what you mean by that?”

Yvonne blinked, her clear eyes wide and a little unsteady. “Well, you’re the one who said it—we just got married to satisfy our families. We didn’t do this for love, did we? It was just because we… click in bed, that’s all.”

Marico hadn’t expected his own words from before to come back and hit him right where it hurt.