Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 5

“Thank you for last night…”

Nydia had just opened her mouth when Yvonne jumped in first, giving Marico a deep bow. “Mr. Hamilton, thank you so much for finding my phone last night. If I’d lost it, all my important files and documents would have been ruined. Really, thank you, Mr. Hamilton.”

Yvonne’s gratitude was sincere, and she bowed a full ninety degrees.

Anyone who knew the story would think it was just about a phone. Anyone who didn’t might think something truly earth-shattering had happened, the way she bowed.

Nydia was so stunned watching her that she forgot the question she’d meant to ask.

“It was nothing,” Marico replied quietly, his dark eyes lowered.

“We won’t keep you from your breakfast, Mr. Hamilton. Please, go ahead,” Yvonne said, pulling Nydia aside. Her smile was stiff, and her eyes were locked on Marico, silently pleading—begging him not to mention anything about last night.

Marico’s deep gaze lingered on her for a few seconds, unblinking.

But he said nothing more, just continued on toward the head of the table.

It wasn’t until Marico and the others had passed that Yvonne felt her heart finally settle a little.

She’d been scared out of her mind.

Yvonne took a deep breath. In just that one minute, she’d broken out into a cold sweat from head to toe. “Shaken” didn’t even begin to cover it.

Nydia, who had come over with gossip on her mind, was now entirely captivated by Marico’s retreating figure. “Mr. Hamilton is already so handsome from a distance, but up close? Damn, he’s even hotter. If you managed to sleep with a guy like that, it’d be like your ancestors were smiling down on you.”

Yvonne couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, “If your ancestors knew what was going through your mind, they’d probably be fuming instead.”

Nydia rolled her eyes and huffed, “Come on, let’s eat. After lunch, I’m heading home to see my boyfriend.”

“Sure,” Yvonne agreed, grateful that this little troublemaker was such a foodie—now that the food was coming, she’d forgotten all about grilling Yvonne over last night.

Lunch ended, and the company’s annual party officially wrapped up.

Employees all boarded the chartered bus for the return trip; only executives and shareholders drove their own cars.

Yvonne took a window seat, staring out blankly as the scenery passed by.

Up ahead, Nydia’s excitement flared again. “Look at Mr. Hamilton’s Rolls-Royce! Ugh, why couldn’t I have been the one to save the galaxy in my past life? I want to land a ridiculously rich and handsome CEO too.”

Yvonne glanced at the stunning luxury car, her sense of reality settling in.

People really do live in different worlds.

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