Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 90

Yvonne glanced over, her fair face betraying a flicker of surprise—so fleeting, it nearly went unnoticed.

Wasn’t that watch the same limited edition the heiress bought yesterday?

Marico noticed Yvonne staring a bit too intently. “Do you like it?” he asked.

She snapped back to reality, blinking as she pressed her lips together. “It’s just that…I’ve never seen a man wear a diamond-studded watch before. It looks really nice. Must be expensive, right?”

Marico lifted his wrist for a casual look, his expression mild and unreadable. “It’s just a watch.”

Yvonne nodded along, but her worldview had just been upended by the casualness of the wealthy.

A three-hundred-thousand-dollar watch—she’d have to work her whole life to afford just one.

There was a burning question on Yvonne’s mind, but she didn’t dare ask. Instead, she pretended to be in a hurry to leave for work.

Her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her eyes darting with barely concealed curiosity—none of which escaped Marico’s keen, well-trained gaze.

“Yvonne, is there something you want to ask?” Marico called after her.

She shook her head quickly. “Nope. I’m off—bye!”

That morning, Yvonne drove faster than ever before.

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Today marked Linda’s return to the office after her hospital stay, and from the moment she walked in, a heavy tension settled over the department.

It wasn’t until five in the afternoon that the group finally got a chance to catch their breath.

“My god, this is pure luxury. I heard just the decorations cost over a hundred grand, and according to the hotel manager, all the wine and champagne tonight are rare vintages. Even the pastries were made by some world-renowned dessert chef—a single tray of those little cakes is worth our monthly salary,” Nydia marveled, smacking her lips, clearly wishing she could sneak a few bites.

“Wow, so many guests are coming. Linda said we’ll need to change into the staff uniforms soon and stay to help out.” Yvonne sat on the steps, rubbing her sore calves.

“And get this,” Nydia lowered her voice, eyes gleaming with gossip, “I heard Mr. Hamilton’s infamous first love is the one throwing the birthday party. She’s some rich socialite. Back in the day, she and Mr. Hamilton were inseparable, but for some reason, they broke up. He’s apparently stayed single all these years…for her. Can you believe that?”

Yvonne’s ears perked up, her fatigue forgotten. “Spill the details!”

She couldn’t help but wonder—was it because she happened to look like his first love that he’d chosen to marry her?