Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 176

“Come here.” Marico slid his chair back and motioned for her to approach.

Yvonne dragged her feet, clearly reluctant, but Marico’s presence left her little choice.

With a heavy sigh, she inched closer, stopping two paces away from him, looking every bit like a chastised bride—downtrodden and sulky.

Marico reached out to pull her over, but Yvonne jerked her hand away, hiding it behind her back and shuffling backward.

Without missing a beat, Marico scooted his chair forward, caught hold of her, and pulled her into his lap, holding her in place. “Where do you want to take the wedding photos?”

“I’m too heavy right now. Let me lose some weight first,” Yvonne muttered, squirming in his arms, trying to get away.

She’d known all along the business trip was a ruse; the real reason was these wedding photos.

Marico just gave her a look. “Heavy? You weigh the same as always. You’re just curvier now—can’t even hold you with one hand anymore.”

He studied the woman twisting in his arms, his cool, handsome features betraying nothing, though his dark eyes smoldered with a private heat.

Yvonne’s scalp prickled at his words. Hadn’t he just been all distant and businesslike? How did he switch to this mode so fast?

“Pervert!” Yvonne smacked the back of his hand.

No sooner had she spoken than a knock came at the door. “Mr. Hamilton,” called William from outside.

Yvonne’s nerves snapped. In a panic, she wriggled free like a startled kitten and slid under the massive desk.

Marico just stared, half amused, half exasperated.

William entered to deliver the day’s briefing, but the moment he stepped inside, he sensed something was off. Glancing down, he spotted a figure huddled beneath the desk.

Of course, Yvonne didn’t realize the desk was open underneath—anyone could see her.

“No, huh? Then let’s do Aurelia—the coastline’s beautiful. I’ll handle the dress.” Marico grabbed his iPad and with a few swipes, pulled up a gallery of glamorous designer gowns.

Yvonne’s eyes widened. “That many dresses?”

“Yeah. We’ll go for a week—turn it into a honeymoon.”

That threw her. He was actually serious!

Hadn’t they agreed to keep things simple? Now he wanted the whole nine yards. Yvonne’s mind spun.

“Mr. Hamilton, I just wanted a marriage. I never dreamed of a big wedding or a white dress. Honestly, I don’t think that kind of thing suits us. It’s too much fuss,” Yvonne said after a long pause, speaking from the heart.

She was fine with a business trip, even a vacation, but all this formality—she wasn’t sure she could handle it.

“Yvonne, what are you so afraid of? Hm?” Marico pressed, his patience starting to wear thin as she dodged the question yet again. His voice had an edge now, his expression cooling.