Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 18

“Are we on a movie set or something? When did they start casting real-life heartthrobs like him?”

Yvonne ducked her head even lower, wishing she could sprout wings and fly away—anywhere that would put some distance between herself and this walking, talking Adonis.

Marico shot the two chattering girls a glacial look.

His gaze was cold—cold as a winter storm—and with the sheer force of his presence, those two gossiping girls instantly fell silent, shrinking back in their seats.

“Next time we go out, Mr. Hamilton, maybe wear a hat or something…” Yvonne whispered, “I get social anxiety.”

Maybe she should just wrap herself up from head to toe. On second thought, it’s not like there’ll be a next time.

Marico stepped close, his tall frame casting a shadow as he looked down at his nervous wife. His tone was serious. “What did you just call me?”

Yvonne could feel the crisp scent of him as he leaned in; she glanced up, startled.

His handsome features held a kind of enigmatic depth, his dark eyes both still and quietly intimidating.

Her heart hammered inexplicably as she blinked, glancing away. “Mr. Hamilton,” she mumbled.

A glint flickered through Marico’s eyes—a shade darker, not pleased.

Yvonne blinked, confused. Wasn’t that what she was supposed to call him?

His intense stare was making her more anxious by the second, so she quickly slipped into the flower shop and pretended to scan the arrangements.

“Hi, I’d like your prettiest bouquet of pink carnations, please,” she told the florist, carefully avoiding Marico’s gaze.

Marico stood beside her, quietly watching as she picked out flowers, oddly patient for someone with his reputation.

With the bouquet chosen, Yvonne also picked out a fresh fruit basket.

She cradled the flowers; Marico carried the fruit, and together they headed toward the hospital.

Mrs. Hamilton, Marico’s grandmother, had been waiting all morning by her window. The moment she saw them, her face lit up.

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