From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 161

Nannie Bruce: “Don’t tell me you can’t even handle this.”

Olivia Bennett: “Wait, what?!”

Nannie Bruce: “Trust me, just give him a big hug and a kiss, maybe even pick him up a little—no way he’ll stay mad.”

Nannie Bruce: “If that doesn’t work, bring out the waterworks, throw a little fit, you know—go full drama queen.”

Nannie Bruce: “And hey, you’ve got a bun in the oven. He’s gotta have at least a little sympathy, right?”

Olivia Bennett: “...”

She jabbed at her screen a few times, frustration bubbling over.

[Later.]

Honestly, not a single one of them was actually helpful.

Olivia stared at her phone for a while, thinking, then opened up her go-to social app.

She typed into the search bar: [How do you make up with your boyfriend when he’s pissed?]

Tons of posts popped up instantly. She clicked on one and scrolled through the comments.

GoodNightOwl: “If he doesn’t slap you with a pancake, you’re already winning. Why bother making it up?”

ALL: “He’s impossible to cheer up. I’m way easier to please than he is.”

CheddarCheese: “Don’t bother. Let him stew. If he’s that mad, just swap him for a new one.”

DoodleForest: “Try being sweet, say something soft, maybe it’ll help.”

CircleSquare: “Depends on the mood. If he’s REALLY mad, nothing works. If he’s still talking to you, he’s not that mad. A kiss and a cuddle should do the trick.”

...

There were a ton of comments.

Olivia scanned the replies—most were just people trash-talking their boyfriends. Nothing super useful.

Honestly, did she really need to make such a big deal out of this?

She’d just forgotten to tell him something, he’d gone out of his way for nothing, and yeah, maybe he was a little upset, but it wasn’t the end of the world. She hadn’t done it on purpose.

It was just a mistake. Not a disaster. Right?

Except… she had promised this morning she’d wait for him.

Olivia hunched over her phone, her thoughts drifting a million miles away.

The car slid to a stop in the garage.

Olivia kept her head down after the kiss, waiting for a response that never came, her heart sinking a little.

Well, she’d tried. Time to go full damage control.

“Fine, be mad then. Get it out of your system and talk to me when you’re done. Worst case, I’ll let you stand me up a few times to even the score, I—”

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist.

The next second, she found herself pulled into a familiar, warm embrace.

“Who taught you that?” came his low voice from above.

Olivia’s eyes flickered. She didn’t answer, just asked, “So… you’re not mad anymore?”

Ethan sighed, letting out a few quiet words. “Twelve calls.”

He remembered the exact number. Yeah, he was definitely upset.

Still was, actually.

Olivia looked down, out of options, and just as she was about to wriggle out of his arms—

He spun her around, and the next thing she knew, her back was pressed up against the car.