From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 145

Lavinia Bennett chuckled, glancing at Daniel Gill. “Surprised, huh? I know, I felt the same way when I saw the ring. Honestly, I didn’t think Olivia would move so fast—she actually tied the knot before either of us!”

Every word was clearly meant for Daniel.

Daniel just stared at Olivia Bennett, silent, his gaze deep and troubled. He was afraid that if he said anything, his real feelings would spill out.

Olivia, meanwhile, lowered her hand and looked at them coolly. “My marriage has nothing to do with either of you. Your shoot is over for today, so if you’d like to settle your bill, you can head out.”

With that, she didn’t give them a chance to respond. She simply turned and walked away.

Lavinia rolled her eyes.

Seriously?

Did Olivia really think she cared about her personal life?

She’d assumed Olivia had just hooked up with some random guy, and it was a shock to see she’d actually gone and gotten married.

But honestly, how much love could there be in a marriage that happened so quickly?

Probably just like her mom said—Olivia probably just grabbed some guy to act as her stand-in. Odds are, he’s not even a decent guy. She’s probably still working herself to death running her little studio just to support him.

Lavinia lowered her gaze, hiding the disdain in her eyes.

She tried to shake it off and glanced over at Daniel, only to notice something was off.

She frowned, nudging his arm. “What, are you thinking about Olivia getting married?”

Daniel blinked, coming out of his thoughts. His expression was tinged with worry, but he didn’t deny it. “She got married so fast… I just hope she’s not acting out. After all, we were the ones who messed up first. If things go badly for her, I’ll never forgive myself.”

His face was all regret and guilt.

“I just can’t stand those two,” Helen said bluntly. She glanced back to make sure Daniel and Lavinia hadn’t come out yet, then whispered, “They’re just… ugh. The thought of them makes me mad.”

Leaning over the counter, Olivia ruffled Helen’s hair. “Relax, they’ll be gone soon. Just think of them as walking wallets, here to hand over some cash. No need to let them get to you. Not worth it.”

“If my Helen gets too mad, who’ll help me tomorrow?”

Helen puffed up her cheeks. “I’m not gonna let them make me sick, don’t worry. I’m tough—I’ll just curse them under my breath.”

“Oh really?”

Helen huffed, not the least bit sheepish. “Of course! I was cursing them the whole time, even drew little doodles. Look!”

She held up a piece of paper—where two big, goofy turtles had been drawn right in the middle.