Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 200

Yvonne left the hospital and took a cab home.

The first thing she did was head upstairs for a long, hot shower. She scrubbed her hair and skin as if she could wash away the residue of the day—a symbolic fresh start. Maybe, deep down, she hoped the water would rinse away her burdens, leaving her just a little lighter.

Afterwards, she padded downstairs to feed Coco. Once the little dog had eaten, Yvonne scooped her up and curled onto the living room sofa, holding Coco close.

She looked so small stretched out on that oversized English-style sofa. The house was all cool-toned elegance and understated luxury, and in her white loungewear, Yvonne seemed almost otherworldly, untouched by the messiness of real life.

Since coming home, she’d barely spoken a word. Even Coco seemed to sense her mood and nestled quietly beside her, as if offering silent comfort.

She drifted into sleep and didn’t wake until dusk. Only when Coco began to wriggle and burrow anxiously against her did Yvonne slowly open her eyes. Around her, the villa’s ambient lights flickered on one by one, filling the cold, spacious room with a gentle warmth.

Cradling the now-nervous Coco, Yvonne sat up and instinctively glanced toward the entryway, where the sound of movement caught her attention.

A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into view. For a moment, a barely-there smile flickered across Yvonne’s delicate face. “You’re home,” she murmured.

Her voice was still thick with sleep, soft and a little playful.

She stayed curled on the sofa, Coco in her arms, eyes following him with quiet affection as he drew closer.

“Yeah.” Marico exchanged his shoes for house slippers, tossing his suit jacket carelessly over one arm as he approached.

He moved with the easy grace of an athlete or a model, his lean, muscular frame obvious even beneath his crisp shirt. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes were deep and unreadable—commanding respect without a word.

But when he looked at her, Yvonne could sense the gentleness in his gaze.

Her smile grew warmer, and she waited patiently for him to reach her. “I’ve been waiting for you all afternoon.”

“Oh?” Marico draped his jacket over the back of the sofa and sat down beside her.

“You didn’t go out this afternoon?” he asked, his cool, reserved features softening as he glanced at the little dog hiding its head in the crook of her arm.

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