From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 129

“I’m his Ms. Bennett.”

The subtext was clear—she wasn’t about to let her authority slip.

Olivia Bennett didn’t deny it.

Managing something as huge as The Carter Group? You’d need a backbone of steel and a dash of charisma, or you’d be eaten alive.

She just grinned, letting the topic drop, and scooped a piece of barbecue rib onto his plate. “Alright, Mr. Carter, let’s eat.”

Ethan Carter eyed the rib, then grabbed his fork and, in turn, piled some roasted veggies onto her plate. “Ms. Bennett, you should eat too.”

Was that a hint of teasing in his voice? Olivia blinked.

Right. Almost forgot—she was “Ms. Bennett” too. Just not quite as big-league as Ethan Carter’s Ms. Bennett.

Still, it was something that Ethan Carter even bothered to pay attention to a “junior” Ms. Bennett like her.

She smirked, picked up her fork, and dug in.

They ate quietly together, the atmosphere easy and comfortable.

Olivia finished first. When she saw Ethan putting down his plate, she reached out to start cleaning up the disaster area the table had become.

Before she could touch a plate, Ethan stopped her. “I’ll take care of it.”

His tone brooked no argument.

But Olivia hesitated—it felt wrong to let him do it all, after they’d eaten together. She fixed her bright eyes on him. “Let’s just do it together.”

“No need. You just relax,” he shot back, already stacking dishes.

Well, if he insisted… Olivia got up. “Then I’ll go wash my hands.”

It was a side of Ethan she’d never seen—never even imagined. The man who was always so distant and composed was suddenly soft, attentive, and… warm.

Catherine bit her lip, jealousy and heartache swirling in her chest, her eyes dimming. She stood frozen, wishing she was the one he was looking at like that.

Olivia, meanwhile, was just as surprised. She stood there, barely daring to move, as Ethan carefully dabbed away the water from her hands.

She parted her lips to thank him, but just then she looked up and saw Catherine Blair standing in the doorway, looking utterly crushed, as if her world had just caved in.

Olivia spoke quietly, “You have a visitor.”

Ethan tossed the napkin into the trash and turned around.

Catherine, who’d been wallowing in silent heartbreak, snapped back to herself, smoothing her expression into a bright, sugary smile as she approached. “Ethan,” she called, her voice sweet as honey, her eyes brimming with affection.

Olivia couldn’t help but marvel.