From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 221

She looked about twenty—Aileen.

Hazel, almond-shaped eyes, a slightly upturned nose, lips flushed with natural color, and a delicate, porcelain face.

She wore a blue wool coat, almost swallowed up inside it, making her seem even more petite.

Olivia Bennett recognized her instantly.

Aileen.

She was even prettier than in all those Instagram photos and TV interviews.

As Olivia gave her a once-over, Aileen did the same back.

It was only a few minutes ago—when Adelina Lane casually dropped the bomb that Ethan Carter was getting married—that Olivia had found out.

She’d always wondered what kind of woman could finally get Ethan Carter, the infamous bachelor, to even consider marriage.

Now, seeing Aileen in person, it kind of made sense.

She was undeniably stunning.

Arched brows, those expressive eyes, a sweet nose, lips curved in a quiet smile. Olivia leaned against Ethan, looking serene, graceful—gentle, even.

She was just wearing a simple set of loungewear—a cozy sweater and leggings—but it didn’t hide her natural elegance.

And standing side by side, she and Ethan looked like they belonged on the cover of some magazine.

Forget Ethan—Olivia herself almost wanted to swoon.

The silence lingered—until Ethan finally broke it.

“What brings you here?” he asked, his voice even.

Olivia straightened up immediately, moving away from him on the couch and sitting up primly, hands folded in her lap, the very picture of Ms. Bennett. Like she hadn’t just been snuggled against him a second ago.

Elaine Carter walked in, a smile in her eyes, looking right at Olivia as she strolled over. “Just came by to grab something—and, well, to check in on my Olivia.”

She was totally at ease, no trace of awkwardness.

Olivia nodded politely.

The living room was warm and cozy, the scent of fresh coffee lingering in the air.

Elaine nodded, slipping off her coat and tossing it over the arm of the sofa before moving over to sit by Olivia.

Just as she was about to sit, Ethan said, “Not too close.”

Elaine huffed. “I want to sit right next to my Olivia.”

“Your perfume’s too strong,” Ethan said coolly. “She’s pregnant—too many smells make her uncomfortable.”

Elaine was about to roll her eyes and mutter something about Ethan’s taste, but stopped when she heard the last part. “Oh—sorry, I didn’t know! I wouldn’t have worn it if I’d realized.”

Honestly, her perfume was lovely. But she remembered her mom saying that Olivia was pregnant—maybe she really was more sensitive to smells these days.

Suddenly, Elaine felt a little embarrassed.

“I’ll just sit a bit—” she started to say, but Olivia quickly covered her mouth with her hand, cheeks flushing pink.

“No,” Olivia said warmly, looking at Elaine. “It’s fine. Sit right here next to me.”