Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 68

Marico was so furious, he could have killed someone.

He immediately called William.

By the time Yvonne woke up from her second nap, showered, and changed into fresh clothes, she came downstairs—only to be startled by the chaos in the living room.

She pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and stared in confusion at William, who was inexplicably there so early in the morning.

“Uh…are we moving?” Yvonne stood at the foot of the stairs, eyes wide as she took in the nearly empty living room.

The spacious room was swarming with a dozen bodyguards, all working at lightning speed to carry every piece of furniture out to the waiting moving truck.

Near the door sat a familiar dog crate. Yvonne hurried over as soon as she saw it.

The little puppy inside had been cowering in the corner, but as soon as it caught sight of her, it perked up, pawing eagerly at the bars.

“The puppy got out of its crate earlier,” William explained as Yvonne knelt beside the crate. “It had a couple of accidents in the living room…and chewed up Mr. Hamilton’s shoes. So, he ordered everything in the house to be replaced.”

Any residual confusion Yvonne felt instantly vanished.

“Oh no, it must’ve been me! I was so groggy, I must’ve forgotten to lock the crate. Where is he? Is he very angry?” Yvonne’s voice grew anxious.

The man had both a cleanliness obsession and a dislike of dogs—this puppy had basically waltzed right across every one of his boundaries.

“Mr. Hamilton didn’t look happy. He went upstairs,” William replied, trying to find the right words to describe the way his boss had called him—voice clipped, anger barely contained.

“I’m doomed, completely doomed.” Yvonne sighed as she glanced at the cheerful puppy, squatting down beside the crate.

“I’ve already called a professional dog trainer, as Mr. Hamilton requested. I’ll take the pup for training for a while, and bring it back when it’s better behaved,” William added.

“Thank you, I’m sorry for all the trouble.” Yvonne’s original hope had been to have a little dog for company—she hadn’t expected so much drama.

“It’s no trouble at all,” William replied, orchestrating the bodyguards as they efficiently swapped out every single piece of furniture.

“Do you dislike dogs because you think they’re dirty, or is there another reason?” she asked quietly.

“They’re not clean,” Marico answered in a low, flat voice.

Yvonne nodded slowly. “If you take proper care of a pet, it really doesn’t bring that many germs into the house. I’ll make sure to bathe it every week from now on.”

He grunted in response, still sounding chilly.

“It’ll be nice and clean and smell sweet. If I do that, you won’t mind the dog being around, right?” Yvonne looked at him earnestly.

But what she really wanted to ask was, would he stop being afraid of the puppy then?

The idea of such a powerful man being scared of a tiny dog was so ridiculous, Yvonne couldn’t help herself—a laugh slipped out.

“What’s so funny?” Marico heard her and immediately turned, fixing her with a sharp look.