From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 220

A Kiss—Interrupted.

Olivia Bennett froze, acutely aware of the tension between them, barely daring to breathe.

Ethan Carter rested his head on her shoulder and let out a long sigh. “Being a gentleman has its price, you know.”

His breath was hot against her ear and neck. Olivia felt her cheeks burn—redder than a boiled lobster fresh from a summer clambake.

She could feel his unsteady breathing, and after a moment’s hesitation, she whispered, “Is it… that uncomfortable?”

Ethan gave a wry smile.

Watching every day but never getting a taste? Of course it was torture.

Olivia nibbled her lip, summoning every ounce of courage she had. “At my last doctor’s appointment, they said… it’s okay, you know.”

Her voice was barely more than a squeak by the end. If they hadn’t been pressed so close together, Ethan would never have heard her.

He knew her well—Olivia always got flustered easily. For her to say something like that, she must have been braver than he’d ever seen her.

But her effort only made things harder for Ethan.

He kissed her soft, pale neck. “You sure you know what you’re saying?”

Olivia was practically on fire, but after a moment she managed a tiny, breathless “Yeah.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Susan’s voice followed right on its heels. “Mr. Carter, Olivia! Lunch is ready. Come down and eat!”

Olivia jolted, startled. Ethan held her close and called back, “We’ll be right there!”

Footsteps faded down the hall.

Ethan looked at her flushed face and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Let’s go eat.”

The interruption scattered all of Olivia’s hard-won courage in an instant. She bit her lip, wondering how on earth she’d managed to say what she did just now.

She got up without meeting Ethan’s eyes.

He rose and stood beside her, gentle as ever. “Go on ahead,” he said.

“I was waiting for you.”

A flicker of warmth crossed Ethan’s face, though he made a show of scolding her. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. Eat while it’s hot.”

“It’s only been a minute, it’s still warm,” Olivia assured him.

Ethan scooped a piece of roast chicken onto her plate. “Well, dig in now, or it really will get cold.”

Olivia smiled, cheeks still faintly pink, and finally tucked in.

The mood at the table was cozy, Ethan occasionally passing her more mashed potatoes or green beans. Susan, pretending to scroll her phone but really keeping an eye on them, finally let out a silent sigh of relief.

All was well—just like always. No argument after all. Maybe she was just being paranoid.

After lunch, Ethan and Olivia took a leisurely stroll through the garden before settling together on the living room sofa.

Olivia curled up against him, a little smile on her lips, just about to start a conversation—when the sound of quick footsteps echoed down the hall.

A small figure suddenly appeared before them.