Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 174

Yvonne’s voice trembled as she looked up, her eyes glistening with watery light, landing on the man’s sharp, handsome features. She tried to say “rough,” but the word caught in her throat again and again.

It had only been seven days, but it felt like he was determined to wring her dry.

She couldn’t imagine he’d never dated before—how did he survive all these years?

The sound of water splashing drowned out half her words.

Marico’s breath was ragged; all he caught were fragments—something about “losing control” and “downhill.”

“You’re tired of me already? Hm?” Marico’s voice was husky as he looked down at Yvonne, her face flushed and captivating.

Yvonne’s brows drew together. Her throat was hoarse from shouting, mouth parched, and she couldn’t force out a word.

But where had he even gotten “tired of me” from?

The bathroom fell quiet for a moment.

They locked eyes for several seconds.

One of them was completely serious; the other, utterly bewildered.

When they finally left the bathroom, Yvonne learned what true payback felt like.

Late that night, Marico scooped her up, made sure she was clean, and laid her gently back on the king-sized bed. He pinched her cheek, his eyes searching. “Yvonne, where do you want to take our wedding photos?”

“I don’t.” Yvonne, barely able to lift her sore arm, slapped his hand away from her face.

“Why not?”

Her whole body felt drained. She let out a soft, muffled sound. “Who knows how far we’ll even get? What’s the point?”

At that, Marico’s brow furrowed and his face turned visibly stormy.

“Is that so? Then I’ve decided—we’re taking them.” He let out a cold snort and bit her cheek, punishing her for her heartlessness.

Yvonne, now thoroughly annoyed, swatted him across the face.

Yvonne ignored him completely.

When they arrived at the office, Yvonne slipped into the restroom first, pulled off her mask, and stuffed her coat into her bag before heading to her desk to start her day.

“Yvonne, Mr. Hamilton wants us both in the executive office.” Grace stood up, visibly nervous as she called out to Yvonne.

Yvonne had been stifling a yawn, but at that, her eyes snapped awake, brows knitting in worry. “Is something wrong?”

“No idea. Let’s just head up,” Grace said, abandoning everything on her desk to beckon Yvonne along.

In the elevator, Yvonne mulled it over—this had to be about work.

If it were personal, Marico would have said something at home; there was no need for a summons to the office.

But deep down, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was up to something.

And sure enough, just as Yvonne suspected, Marico had set a perfect trap—waiting in his office like a hunter for his prey.