Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 89

Yvonne found herself scrolling through screenshots of someone else’s disastrous online date. Usually, the kind of arrogant, tone-deaf messages she saw would be enough to make anyone cringe. But when it came to Marico, there was something unexpectedly charming about the contrast. It was hard to picture someone so distant and dignified—someone who always seemed so poised—having a mischievous, almost devious side.

She wasn’t sure how to respond, but somehow, Marico didn’t feel nearly as intimidating as he used to. For the first time, she understood what people meant when they said your values sometimes follow your heart.

Marico didn’t tease her any further. He lowered his gaze and sat down. “Let’s have breakfast.”

Yvonne glanced at the beautifully arranged dishes on the table. “It’s your birthday today. How about I make you some birthday noodles? When I was little, my dad always made them for me on my birthday.”

Mentioning her father made Yvonne’s heart ache. Even as she looked at Marico, a pang of sadness edged into her chest. That feeling—of wanting to cherish someone, only to realize you’re already too late—always left her breathless with regret.

Marico was only the second person in her life who ever treated her kindly. Without meaning to, Yvonne found herself channeling those feelings toward him.

“I’ll make you birthday noodles,” she said, already rolling up her sleeves and heading for the kitchen. “Eat them and you’ll be safe and live a long, happy life.”

She was even more invested in the little ritual than the birthday boy himself. Knowing Marico liked seafood, she prepared a light seafood noodle soup, pan-fried two eggs, and added a handful of fresh greens.

Fifteen minutes later, a steaming bowl of homemade noodles sat ready on the table. Marico waited patiently, not touching anything else.

Yvonne brought the bowl over to him. “Happy birthday. Enjoy.”

Marico studied the simple, heartwarming meal. “Looks good.” He couldn’t resist snapping a photo before picking up his fork.

He placed one of the eggs into Yvonne’s bowl. “Let’s eat together.”

Yvonne hesitated, glancing at the egg, then at Marico across the table. “That’s for you. I can’t eat it. If I wanted one, I would’ve cooked another.”

“It’s fine. Maybe it’ll bring you a little luck for a change. You’ve been having a rough time lately,” Marico said, popping a piece of shrimp into his mouth.

He had to admit, the taste was nothing like the fancy dishes at restaurants. There was a warmth to this meal—a sense of home.

“How is it? Do you like it?” Yvonne asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“It’s good. Want to try some?” Marico looked up at her, offering his bowl.

Yvonne smiled softly. “As long as you enjoy it, that’s all that matters. There’s plenty of food this morning; this is enough for me.”

Despite her words, Marico nudged the bowl closer and placed a forkful of noodles and a few shrimp into her bowl. “Eat with me.”

“Thank you,” Yvonne said, glancing down at the noodles. She never would have imagined that, one day, she’d be sharing a bowl of noodles with her boss.

It felt surreal—yet, with every bite, it became a little more real, a little warmer.

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