Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 32

Marico gazed at her with steady, unwavering eyes, his words so shameless they made her cheeks burn.

Boom.

A sudden rush of heat swept over Yvonne’s face.

She caught the glint of mischief in Marico’s dark eyes and immediately turned away, blushing furiously.

“How about a couple of drinks tonight? I’ve got some good wine,” he said, his voice low and teasing—clearly, the wine was just an excuse.

He knew this woman only ever let loose after a drink or two. Most of the time, she was far too proper and reserved, blushing and flustered at the slightest teasing.

“I can’t hold my liquor,” Yvonne replied quickly, trying to sound busy so she wouldn’t appear awkward.

“It’s fine, nothing too strong.” Marico reached for a bottle of red wine, expertly uncorked it, and let it breathe.

A newlywed couple: one focused on dinner, the other pouring wine with practiced elegance.

In the spacious, open kitchen, Yvonne moved between two pots, managing everything with calm precision. Dinner—three dishes and a soup—would be ready in about forty minutes.

There was steamed fish, sautéed vegetables, stir-fried beef, and a light seafood soup.

Marico sat at the head of the table, sipping his wine, quietly admiring her as she worked in the kitchen.

She was calm, collected, and focused—clearly used to this kind of work. Every step was effortless, her rhythm sure and practiced.

“Dinner’s ready,” Yvonne announced, sprinkling some fresh herbs over the soup before turning toward him.

She realized he’d been watching her the whole time, quiet and patient—so different from the decisive, commanding presence he projected at work.

“Do you like fruit?” Yvonne asked suddenly, eager to fill the silence. She set the soup down on the table herself.

“It’s alright,” Marico replied, rising to wash his hands at the kitchen sink. Then he came over and helped carry two of the dishes to the table.

The plating wasn’t anything fancy, but the aromas were inviting and made your mouth water.

Yvonne dished up two bowls of rice. It was their first meal together at the same table, and she felt more than a little self-conscious.

“Mr. Hamilton, would you… like to start with some soup?”

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