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?”

The meal passed in near silence. Marico wasn’t one for small talk, and Yvonne was too reserved to start a conversation.

Their first dinner together could best be described as polite and distant.

“I’m done. Take your time,” she said at last.

She glanced at the table, noticing plenty of food still left. “There’s so much left—why aren’t you eating? Didn’t you like it?”

“I don’t eat much at dinner. You should have some more.” Marico finished his wine, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, and stood up to leave.

Yvonne had already set her fork down, but seeing all the leftovers, she hesitated. “What am I supposed to do with all this?”

“Just toss it.”

“But that’s such a waste.” Yvonne picked up her fork again and started eating seriously.

She’d actually made quite a dent in the food—she’d cooked extra, worried Marico wouldn’t have enough.

But she was always frugal. From high school through college, whether at the Zade family’s house or living at school, she’d always eaten simply.