Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 80

“Thinking about getting me a birthday present? Hm?” Marico asked bluntly.

Yvonne bit her lower lip, her delicate face wearing a smile tinged with resignation.

“Well, you’ve been so good to me. I should do something nice for you too,” she replied softly, her voice warm and sweet, almost shy.

Marico’s answer was calm and direct. “Alright. I’ll send you a list when we get home.”

There was no pretense between them, no unnecessary secrecy.

Which was just as well—Yvonne had never really given gifts before, especially not to a man. Instead of guessing and getting it wrong, it made more sense to just ask him what he liked and get exactly that.

With the birthday present now sorted, she felt no pressure at all. Yvonne closed her eyes and settled in for a little nap.

Marico drove in silence, not even turning on the radio. He only woke Yvonne when they pulled into the underground garage.

“We’re here.”

Yvonne opened her eyes at the sound of the seatbelt clicking free, letting out a soft, sleepy hum. “Mm.”

They got out, one after the other, and made their way toward the elevator.

Once inside the apartment, Yvonne poured two mugs of hot water, handing one to Marico.

“I’ll head upstairs first. Text me your birthday wish list when you’re ready, okay?” Her voice was light and breezy, her lovely face bright with a gentle, dazzling smile.

When Yvonne smiled like that, it felt like the first warm breeze of spring, sweeping away any heaviness and filling the room with ease.

Marico’s dark, fathomless eyes lingered on her radiant features. The corners of his mouth twitched up ever so slightly. “Alright.”

So embarrassing!

Just imagining it made her want to crawl under the floorboards and disappear.

Behind her, Marico watched her frantic retreat and let out a quiet laugh. He loosened his tie and slowly made his way upstairs, feeling, for the first time in years, a twinge of excitement for his own birthday.

Back in her room, Yvonne drained the rest of her water in one gulp, but it did nothing for the heat on her cheeks. She checked her phone again and again, too embarrassed to do anything but toss it onto the bed and escape into the bathroom for a hot shower.

Afterwards, she perched on the edge of her bed, heart pounding as she picked up her phone once more.

She hesitated for a long, long time, finally searching for the same styles he’d sent her.

She’d thought she was getting him a present—but it turned out, what he wanted was her.