Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 79

The moment Yvonne heard that, all her earlier bravado vanished in a flash.

Nydia tried to reassure her. “Yeah, you got spooked earlier. No wonder you’re still shaken up.”

“I—I can just grab a cab. It’s really not that far,” Yvonne said, avoiding Marico’s gaze and fiddling with her bag.

“Not far, huh? Well, how about my boyfriend and I give you a lift? Or do you want your boyfriend to come pick you up?” Nydia cut straight to the point, seeing right through Yvonne’s reluctance.

Yvonne’s ability to stay calm completely deserted her after that.

“I’ll just ride with Mr. Hamilton,” she relented.

If Marico insisted on taking her home, where was she supposed to conjure up a fake address at this hour?

“Alright then, Mr. Hamilton, would you mind giving our dear Yvonne a ride?” Nydia said gratefully, giving Yvonne a gentle nudge toward Marico.

“Well, I’ll head home then,” Yvonne said, opening the driver’s side door and grabbing her purse.

Marico left the rest of the mess for William to handle, then turned and walked toward the sleek black Bentley parked behind them.

Yvonne followed quietly, slipping into the back seat without a word.

As soon as the door closed, shutting out the chaos from the street, a hush fell over the car. “You’re not hurt, are you?” His voice was low and gentle, a soothing warmth in the stillness.

Yvonne sat up primly, trying to maintain composure, but the tension and fear that had gripped her slowly melted away. She let out a long breath, gazing at the accident scene still being sorted out beyond the window. At last, she couldn’t hold back her question.

“Next time I drive a coworker home, could you not tail my car? You made me so nervous.” She leaned against the seat, half-closing her eyes as she watched him concentrate on the road, her tone earnest.

When Marico glanced at the right mirror to change lanes, Yvonne quickly looked away, fixing her gaze instead on his hand resting on the steering wheel—long, elegant fingers, every movement precise and graceful.

He really was attractive from head to toe.

“So… I never asked you this before, but is there anything you like or dislike? You know, just curious.” Yvonne’s voice was soft as she leaned back into the seat, her eyes shining in the dim light like twin stars in the night.

“Nothing in particular. No strong likes or dislikes,” Marico replied quietly.

“Oh, I see…” Yvonne grinned. “How about dogs?”

Marico shot her a sidelong glance, one brow arching ever so slightly, the light casting his sharply drawn features in even deeper relief.