Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 81

Of course, guys' interests really are just like people say online.

Yvonne was about to place the order, but when she got to the shipping address section, she hesitated. She had no idea what to fill in, and the thought of someone discovering such an intimate purchase made her want to crawl under a rock.

Mortified, Yvonne hugged her phone to her chest and rolled back and forth on her bed, psyching herself up over and over. Finally, cheeks burning and eyes squeezed shut, she tapped “Send.”

She needed a safe delivery address.

Marico had just finished his shower when he saw her message. He sent her an address right away.

With trembling fingers, Yvonne copied the address and completed the order in one swift, desperate motion—then quickly shoved her phone under her comforter, as if hiding the evidence would erase her embarrassment.

No sooner had her phone disappeared than it chimed twice.

Face still bright red, Yvonne fished her phone out and glanced at the messages.

Marico: Did you buy it?

She bit her lip so hard she almost left a mark, unable to bring herself to reply.

Marico: Hmm?

She could practically picture him—calm, collected, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. How could he be so unfazed, so businesslike, when she felt like she’d die of embarrassment? If he hadn’t sent a photo earlier, she might have thought he was messaging about something completely mundane.

When she stayed silent, Marico sent another message: If you don’t answer, I’ll come find you.

That did the trick. Yvonne typed back in a flash: I bought it. I’m about to sleep now. Goodnight~

Obvious dodge.

Marico’s lips curled up, a trace of restrained amusement in his eyes: Goodnight.

Yvonne let out a whoosh of breath, locked her phone, and yanked her comforter over her head, burying herself completely.

God, just thinking about it made her skin prickle with heat. She really hoped the next two days wouldn’t fly by too quickly.

She didn’t notice when a wealthy heiress stepped out of a white Rolls-Royce nearby, giving Yvonne’s car a look of open disdain.

Yvonne didn’t care. All she wanted was to find a gift Marico would actually appreciate.

It was her first time in a high-end boutique, and she couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward and out of place.

The sales assistant greeted her with a bright, professional smile, but Yvonne still felt self-conscious as she approached.

She pulled out her phone and showed the assistant a picture. “Do you have this one?”

The young woman gave Yvonne a quick once-over, clearly surprised, but led her to the display case without comment.

Yvonne peered through the glass, comparing the picture to the real thing. It was the exact model she’d researched.

Just as she was about to ask the assistant to wrap it up, the woman glanced toward the entrance. Her demeanor changed instantly; she straightened her posture and hurried over to greet someone at the door.