From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 101

She had to admit it: the guy deserved some credit. Silently, Olivia gave Ethan a mental thumbs-up. “Well, I’ll head in first. You’d better get back to The Carter Group. Drive safe.”

“Hold on,” Ethan called after her.

Olivia looked back at him, puzzled. “What is—?”

Before she could finish, Ethan suddenly leaned in closer.

His clean, woodsy scent washed over her, catching her off guard. Olivia froze in her seat, her heart skipping a beat as the gap between them disappeared.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she felt his hand on top of her head, gently fluffing her hair.

“Your hair’s a little messy,” he murmured, fixing a strand before pulling back.

So that’s what this was about—her hair.

Olivia’s eyes darted away, a little embarrassed. She brushed her hair again herself, trying to play it cool. “Uh, thanks. I’m off then.”

“Alright, see you this afternoon.”

It was just a normal goodbye, but Olivia couldn’t help feeling as if his warm voice was tickling right at her heart, soft and featherlight.

She didn’t dare look at him again. Muttering a quick “See you later,” she hopped out of the car and shut the door behind her.

Watching her hurry away, Ethan’s lips twitched into a half-smile.

He’d already said he was Ms. Bennett’s ride. No one would have dared say anything if he hadn’t shown up.

Why did she act like she was rushing to get rid of him?

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Night fell.

The moon muscled the sun out of the sky and took its place, shining over the quiet suburbs.

A big house glowed with lights, but inside, it was almost silent.

Daisy Dale stepped into the foyer, calling out to the butler, “Where’s my mom?”

“Olivia’s upstairs,” he replied.

Daisy nodded, barely slowing her pace as she hurried up the stairs and knocked on Shirley Carter’s door.

Shirley’s lips curled into a faint, almost cynical smile—gone in a flash. Daisy didn’t notice.

Of course, Shirley hadn’t meant for her to.

Daisy didn’t press further. She tugged Shirley over to the leather sofa and plopped down beside her. “Come on, Mom, sit. I’ll give you a shoulder massage, and we can have a little chat.”

Shirley didn’t even open her eyes, getting right to the point. “Alright, spill it. What’s up?”

Daisy didn’t waste a second. As she started kneading Shirley’s shoulders, she asked, “Mom, when are you going to talk to Grandma about Catherine and Ethan again?”

Shirley lay back, eyes closed. “You saw Catherine today?”

“Not just her.” Daisy nodded. “I saw Ethan too.”

“Did Catherine ask you to talk to me?”

Daisy shook her head. “Catherine wouldn’t ask me to do that. It’s just me. You haven’t done anything about it lately—are you giving up on setting Catherine and Ethan up?”

Shirley shrugged lazily. “What’s the rush?”

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