Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 166

“Alright.” Mrs. Hamilton motioned for Jessica to massage her knees, and Jessica gently rubbed in small circles.

Meanwhile, after ending her call, Yvonne texted Marico to let him know her grandmother would be staying over for two nights, and asked if he needed to work late.

Once he replied, Yvonne started browsing recipes online, determined to prepare dishes that would be gentle on an elderly stomach.

Since it was their first proper family dinner at home, Yvonne didn’t want the chef to handle it—she wanted to cook herself, to make a simple, heartfelt meal.

As soon as work ended, Yvonne rushed home and threw herself into the kitchen, letting the busyness wash away the day’s worries.

She hadn’t always enjoyed cooking; back when she lived with the Zade family, she’d felt more like a servant than a family member. But ever since moving into this big house, she’d grown to love it. At first, she wanted to show her gratitude with her cooking; now, she realized it was about caring for the people who mattered to her. Seeing their appreciation brought a genuine sense of accomplishment.

Marico arrived about fifteen minutes late. As soon as he stepped into the house, he spotted Yvonne in the kitchen—hair tied up in a bun, moving briskly between the counter and the stove.

Not far away, Coco, their golden retriever, sat patiently, keeping her company.

Yvonne would chat with Coco from time to time, and for a moment, everything felt warm and peaceful, just a woman and her dog, cocooned in a quiet evening.

Marico’s deep-set eyes softened as he took in the scene.

“What’s on the menu tonight? Need a hand?” His voice was low and clear behind her.

Yvonne glanced over her shoulder and caught sight of Marico calmly shrugging off his suit jacket, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he made his way into the open kitchen. There was something undeniably attractive about him—steady, handsome, exuding that easy confidence of a man at home.

No wonder people say you should marry someone good-looking, she thought. Just seeing that face could brighten anyone’s day.

“Grandma will be here for dinner a bit later, so there’s no rush. I’ve got it covered,” Yvonne replied softly.

By then, Marico was beside her, sleeves rolled up, his strong, tanned arms visible beneath his black shirt. He reached for the greens she was about to wash. “Let me handle these.”

Yvonne looked up, momentarily caught off guard by how close they were.

His features were so perfectly sculpted he looked like he’d stepped out of a painting. Yvonne couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized.

“Grandma didn’t mention it.”

“I can hear voices,” Yvonne said, her eyes darting toward the door.

Marico turned off the faucet, dried his hands, and joined Yvonne at the entrance.

Jessica followed closely beside Mrs. Hamilton, who was wheeled into the house.

“My dear granddaughter-in-law, my legs were feeling a bit weak when I left, so I brought Dr. Moore along. I’ll just have dinner and head back afterwards,” Mrs. Hamilton said, a little apologetically.

Jessica jumped in to reassure her. “Grandma Hamilton, this is your home! There’s no need to worry about being a bother. I’ll be here to take care of you as long as you need. Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton would love for you to stay with everyone. Family’s what matters most.”

Jessica’s words sounded both heartfelt and logical—if Grandma Hamilton stayed, so could she. No matter what, Jessica was determined to persuade her to remain.

Listening to their exchange, Yvonne couldn’t help but feel Jessica wanted to stay even more than Grandma Hamilton did.