Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 33

Because in the Zade family, all the meat dishes were devoured by the father and daughter, Yvonne could only steal a tiny bite, or else settle for their leftovers. At school, meat was expensive and her allowance was tight, so she rarely got to have any.

Things only started to improve once she began working. Now, just a glance at these fresh ingredients told her they were costly—wasting them would be a shame.

Marico left for the living room, switching on the TV to watch the financial news. Alone at the table, Yvonne felt more at ease and focused on finishing her meal.

By the end, she was completely stuffed.

She’d come in so careful and reserved, determined to be professional, but now she was slumped back in the chair, her belly round and full, looking almost sweetly childlike.

Marico came in to pour himself some water. Glancing at the table, he saw that hardly anything was left. He didn’t say much, just shot her a quick look.

Yvonne stood up awkwardly, gathering the plates and silverware. “I was worried about wasting food, so I just finished everything.”

The truth was, she’d been a meat lover all her life—she only ate so many vegetables because she’d had no choice.

“It’s good if you put on a little weight. You’re much too thin,” Marico said, watching her as he took a sip of water, his voice calm and deep.

Yvonne gave an embarrassed little smile.

“It’s a lot of work to cook after a full day at the office. I’ll have William hire a couple of chefs.”

She glanced around the spacious, empty house. “But your home is so quiet—my guess is you don’t like having strangers around, do you?” She turned, her clear, beautiful eyes fixed seriously on the man by the bar, elegant as he drank his water.

Bathed in warm light, Marico stood tall and composed, exuding a sort of effortless grace. He was so striking, it was hard to look away.

He nodded. “Mm.”

“If you don’t like my cooking, you can just eat the way you used to before. But honestly, I really like this kitchen. Making myself a good meal feels kind of…healing.”

“Don’t you find it tedious?”

“I used to,” Yvonne said with a shrug, smiling softly as she cleared the table. “But not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not telling.” She winked at him, putting on a show of mystery.

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