Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 148

At five forty in the morning, Yvonne woke up and slipped quietly out from under the covers, careful not to make a sound.

Marico was still fast asleep. In the dim light, his face looked even more striking—peaceful, handsome, and impossibly alluring.

She gently pulled the blanket back over him, lightly brushed her fingers across his cheek, and, grinning to herself, tiptoed out of the bedroom.

She didn’t want to risk waking him.

As the door clicked softly shut, Marico reached out instinctively for her in his sleep. All he found was the lingering warmth on the sheets—she was already gone.

She’d run off again.

Marico’s eyes snapped open, his strong brows furrowed in annoyance. He immediately tossed the comforter aside and swung his legs out of bed.

Downstairs, Yvonne was letting Coco out into the yard for her morning bathroom break, but the little pup had already finished and was sitting expectantly, eyes wide and tail wagging, waiting to be fed.

“Coco, you’re such a good girl! You know where to go now, and you even wait so patiently for breakfast,” Yvonne cooed, her voice taking on that singsong, babyish tone people can’t help but use with adorable animals.

She crouched beside Coco, her whole demeanor radiating motherly affection. The puppy sat obediently at her feet, grinning and thumping her tail, clearly delighted by the attention.

Yvonne’s heart melted at the sight.

A deep, disgruntled voice sounded behind her. “Don’t lump me into this, I don’t have a dog for a child.”

The puppy turned and, spotting Marico’s tall silhouette approaching, let out a startled yip.

Marico narrowed his dark eyes at Coco, giving her a look that said he wasn’t in the mood for games.

Frightened, Coco edged closer to Yvonne, trying to bury her face in the hem of Yvonne’s pajama pants.

Yvonne instantly set down the scoop of dog food and stroked Coco’s head, reassuring her in a gentle whisper, “Shh, it’s okay, don’t be scared. He’s a good person, he won’t hurt you.”

But Coco kept burrowing into Yvonne’s lap, her whole body trembling with anxiety. Her pitiful, almost theatrical act made Marico want to toss her straight outside.

Marico was in one of his morning moods, like a lion woken up too soon, and she wasn’t about to provoke him.

But the tension in the kitchen was becoming unbearable, so Yvonne finally dared to break the silence with a timid question.

“Aren’t you going for your morning run today?”

“No.” Marico’s reply was icy.

Every word he spoke made Coco flinch, her tail—once wagging like a fan—drooping with each syllable.

Yvonne, worried Marico might really lose his patience with the puppy, stayed put, crouching protectively beside Coco. She picked nervously at the floor with her toes inside her slippers, glancing up at Marico.

He looked down at her awkward, anxious posture and couldn’t help but let out a sharp, exasperated laugh.

“William says she’s doing well with her training and knows to go outside now. You don’t have to get up so early or stay up half the night to watch over her anymore. I’ll have someone take care of the cleanup from now on.”