Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 19

Marico caught the look in her eyes, understood perfectly what she meant, but this time, he didn’t react at all.

He just sat there, at ease and unhurried, like a distinguished guest who owned the room.

“Grandma, you need to get better soon. We’ll be counting on you to officiate the wedding,” Marico said, his voice calm and even.

A shocked gasp caught in Yvonne’s throat.

Wedding?

No one ever said anything about a wedding!

Yvonne blinked rapidly at Marico, utterly floored.

He lowered his gaze, his eyes flicking lightly to meet her astonished stare.

“We’re not fans of flashy affairs, though. No big ceremony—just a quiet service at home.”

Yvonne let out a silent sigh of relief.

A small family wedding. She could live with that.

“Oh, that’s wonderful! I’ll hurry up and get well—I suddenly have so much to look forward to!” Mrs. Hamilton beamed, her eyes warm with affection as she looked at Yvonne.

“That’s right, Mrs. Hamilton. You’ll need to get better if you want to see your great-grandchildren one day,” someone added with a laugh.

Great-grandchildren?

Who said anything about having kids?

Yvonne scrunched up her pretty face, shooting Marico a look of exasperation.

He caught her eye and offered a tiny, reassuring smile, silently telling her not to worry.

She’d come in bursting with enthusiasm to visit, but when she left, her cheeks were pink and she could hardly bring herself to look up.

She tried to refuse the expensive bracelet Grandma Hamilton offered, so Mrs. Hamilton simply insisted she take a small wooden box from the safe—a little welcome gift, “something girls usually like,” she’d said.

Marico carried the box for her.

The moment they stepped outside, Yvonne quickly slipped on a mask and practically speed-walked away.

Marico’s long strides made it easy for him to catch up.

“This is a private clinic. It’s perfectly safe here.”

“I know,” Yvonne mumbled, eyes downcast.

This was no ordinary hospital; even the atmosphere reeked of luxury.

He nodded. “Yes.”

“To avoid any… unnecessary rumors, maybe we should go separately? I can grab a cab.” Her eyes were slightly puffy from crying the night before, and the mask did little to hide her gentle, slightly nervous demeanor. Standing next to Marico with his commanding presence, she looked every bit the earnest young assistant.

“How do you usually get to work?” Marico asked, glancing down at her.

“I ride my bike, or take the bus when it rains,” she answered honestly.

He gave a wry little smile. “You have a driver’s license?”

“Of course!” Yvonne lifted her head, her eyes bright as stars.

“Take my car today. Tomorrow, pick one from the garage and drive yourself,” Marico said, his tone all cool authority.

Even with the mask, Yvonne’s shock was plain.

His cars started at half a million, and her monthly pay wouldn’t even cover a tire. If she showed up in one, the rumor mill would go wild.

“Mr. Hamilton, you really overestimate me. The cheapest car you own is worth more than my entire career. I’m not qualified!” She shook her head so vigorously it was almost comical.

At her formal address, Marico’s brows drew together in a frown.

Looking at her flustered, anxious face, he couldn’t help but let out a dry laugh.