Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 17

Yvonne’s smile froze on her face.

She silently took back what she’d just thought about him not being petty.

First things first, Marico wanted to take Yvonne out for breakfast. But she flat-out refused to walk in with him, afraid someone might recognize her. No amount of coaxing would change her mind.

With no other choice, Marico went to get takeout.

“You’re not allowed to eat in the car,” he said. Marico was a bit of a neat freak.

“I won’t. I’ll wait till later,” Yvonne promised, hugging the little box of breakfast.

Her stomach was growling, but under Marico’s stern gaze, she didn’t dare take a single bite.

The moment she stepped out of the car, though, she dug in with gusto.

She managed to eat, fill out forms, and take photos—all at lightning speed.

In less than twenty minutes, she was full, and their marriage certificate was in hand.

Staring at their official photo, Yvonne felt a little dazed.

She was married now. And her husband was Marico.

“By the way, I forgot to ask about your family—”

“My parents passed away when I was young. It’s just me and my grandmother now. I’ll take you to meet her.”

Yvonne was surprised.

His family was that simple?

Actually, that was a relief. She’d grown up with a suffocatingly complicated family, and the thought of dealing with in-laws made her anxious. “Let’s go see your grandmother, then. Is there anything I should be careful about?”

“Nothing in particular. If anything, just say we’re very happy together,” Marico replied, his tone serious, those sharp eyes giving nothing away.

“Alright.” Yvonne nodded obediently.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital entrance.

“Oh, I know a bit—nothing too cold, nothing too hard. Older folks shouldn’t eat that kind of thing.” Yvonne edged a little farther away with tiny steps, trying to widen the gap between them.

Marico noticed her deliberate effort to keep her distance, but his handsome, aloof expression revealed nothing.

Yvonne soon realized that ever since Marico had gotten out of the car, passersby kept stealing glances at them. Young women, especially, seemed breathlessly excited by Marico’s looks.

But his icy, unapproachable aura kept everyone at a respectful distance.

“Why aren’t you wearing a mask? Here.” Yvonne quickly fished out a new one and held it out to him. “Put it on.”

Marico lowered his eyes to glance at it, but didn’t take it. “Am I that hard to look at?”

“No—it’s because you’re too good-looking! Weren’t we supposed to keep a low profile?” Even with a mask on, her anxious expression was plain as day.

Expressionless, Marico finally took the mask, unwrapped it, and put it on.

Honestly, with his striking features, the black mask and impeccably tailored suit only made him look even more mysterious and impossibly handsome.

Yvonne could already hear the excited whispers of nearby girls, and the sound of phones being whipped out to snap photos.