From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 195

Ethan Carter let out a sigh. “So… you don’t miss me?”

Olivia Bennett almost blurted out, “Not really,” but she just couldn’t lie to his face. Her lips parted, but all she managed was, “I’d rather not say.”

Before he could react, she slipped her hand from his, darted away, and called over her shoulder, “Go get yourself ready, I’m heading downstairs.”

She waved him off with a breezy smile, spinning on her heel and leaving without a trace.

Ethan watched her disappear without a moment’s hesitation, a small, amused curve on his lips. After a moment, he let out a soft, helpless sigh.

Downstairs, Olivia made a beeline straight for the kitchen. She put a kettle on and opened the fridge.

Since Susan moved in, it was mostly Carey’s stuff in there.

Olivia grabbed a few green onions, two eggs, and a handful of spinach. The water was boiling in no time.

She tossed some spaghetti into the pot and had just started stirring with a fork when Ethan’s voice floated in from the doorway.

“Where’s Susan?”

Olivia startled a little, only now realizing he’d slipped into the kitchen without making a sound.

“She went out,” she replied. “She didn’t know you were back yet, so there’s no breakfast. I’ll whip up some pasta for you.”

Ethan stepped in. “Let me help.”

“Nope.” Olivia shot him down immediately. “I said yesterday I’d cook for you. Don’t get in my way.”

She was firm about it.

Ethan didn’t argue. Instead, he asked, “Need me to do anything?”

Olivia glanced at the pile of green onions and assigned him a job. “You can slice those for me. I haven’t gotten to them yet.”

Ethan took the onions and, without missing a beat, started chopping, fast and precise.

Olivia blinked in surprise, almost forgetting—Ethan could actually cook.

In fact, the first meal she’d ever had here was his.

He finished chopping and looked up to find her staring at him, clearly lost in thought.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Shaken from her memories, Olivia said softly, “I almost forgot you knew your way around the kitchen.”

He grinned. “Want me to cook for you?”

Ethan caught her staring and couldn’t help but smile. He twirled a forkful and took a bite.

After swallowing, he nodded. “It’s really good.”

Olivia grinned. “If you like it, eat up!”

Ethan forked up a piece of egg and offered it across the table. “Here, open up.”

Olivia obligingly bit into the egg.

“Want some pasta too?” Ethan asked. “You made it.”

She was about to refuse, but changed her mind at his words. “Well, maybe just a little. Haven’t cooked in ages, anyway.”

She took a forkful, savoring the taste.

Honestly, she thought it was delicious.

She pushed the bowl back to him. “Come on, finish up.”

When Ethan had polished off his breakfast, Olivia wandered off to the living room. She flopped onto the couch, draped a small throw blanket over her knees, and pulled out her phone to text Nannie Bruce back.