From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 227

She bit back the urge to grind her teeth and answered, clearly reluctant, “Yeah, I got it.”

Mason Bennett nodded, satisfied, but couldn’t resist adding, “You two need to keep an eye on her, okay? Drop by and check on her whenever you can. No matter what, we need her attitude toward us to change.”

Both of them murmured their agreement.

Mason asked a few more questions about what happened today, but Lavinia Bennett dodged them skillfully.

After a while, the housekeeper came in to announce that dinner was ready.

Mason stood up. “I’ll be in my study.”

Carmen Gates looked up. “You’re not having dinner with us?”

“I already ate,” he replied flatly. “You two go ahead.”

With that, he headed upstairs.

Carmen’s gaze lingered on the stairs before turning to Lavinia. “Let’s eat. Pretend you didn’t hear a word your dad just said.”

She knew Lavinia had to feel terrible, always being asked to get info from Daniel Gill about Olivia Bennett. But at least, for now, it was just for show—no one expected her to actually ask. It wouldn’t make any difference anyway.

Lavinia pushed down her irritation, and walked with Carmen toward the dining room.

……

Outside, the moon was high and the night was peaceful.

Olivia Bennett had finished washing up and was curled up on the couch, chatting with Nannie Bruce.

Nannie was well aware of the drama with Elaine Carter—there was no way she wouldn’t have heard.

After a bit of commiserating, their conversation drifted to lighter topics.

By the time Ethan Carter finished tidying up, he found Olivia on the sofa, grinning at her phone, absolutely glowing with happiness.

He didn’t interrupt, just quietly climbed into bed, scrolling through his own phone at the headboard.

Eventually, Olivia set her phone aside and crawled into bed, glancing over at Ethan, who was propped up against the headboard. “When’d you get in bed?” she asked, curious.

He shifted, clearly a little uncomfortable.

“You’re jealous of me talking to Nannie?” Olivia grinned, scooting closer and cupping his face before pressing a kiss to his lips, like she was soothing a grumpy kid. “Of course I’m happy talking to you, too.”

Ethan caught her hand, looking at her intently. “But who do you enjoy talking to more?”

Olivia: “…”

Wait, wasn’t this one of those “If your mom and I both fell in the river, who would you save?” kinds of questions? Wasn’t she supposed to be the one asking?

“Hmm?” he prodded.

Olivia blinked again, turning on maximum people-pleaser mode. “I’m happy talking to both of you.”

Ethan brought her hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “That’s a cop-out.”

Olivia puffed her cheeks in protest. “How is it a cop-out? It’s true! She’s my best friend and you’re my favorite husband. It’s a different kind of happy—you can’t really compare.”