From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 233

He had no shame, but she definitely did.

With so many eyes on them, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious—even if her skin was a bit thicker than most, it wasn’t that thick.

Ethan Carter had one arm wrapped firmly around her waist as he gently pulled her hand away from his mouth.

“There’s a crowd out there,” he said, grinning. “If I don’t hold your hand, we might get separated.”

“Don’t twist my words,” Olivia shot him a glare. “I meant don’t hold my hand in front of my family. Who does that at home, anyway?”

Ethan pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, answering with disarming honesty, “I do.”

Olivia was speechless. She shot him another look and made a move to get up.

Forget it. His shamelessness was on a whole other level. She surrendered.

Ethan’s arm tightened around her waist, making it impossible for her to get up. She let out a small sigh and pinched his cheek, tugging playfully. “You really are shameless.”

She didn’t use much force—it didn’t hurt.

Ethan chuckled, “You know, you’re the first person who’s ever dared to pinch my face.”

Olivia’s eyes sparkled, and she huffed, “So what? You gonna hit me, tough guy?”

“You said it.”

With that, Ethan raised his hand, gently cupped her chin, and pressed his lips to hers.

Any protests Olivia had were quickly silenced.

At first, she hit him a couple of times on the shoulder, but soon even her arms felt weak.

When he finally pulled away, Olivia’s eyes were glassy, her glare lacking any real bite. In Ethan’s eyes, it was more alluring than threatening.

Unable to help himself, he stole another kiss before whispering, “If I actually hit you, that’d be domestic violence. This is the only way I can get back at you.”

Olivia turned her head away, muttering, “Yeah, right. You get away with everything and still act innocent.”

Ethan’s eyes danced with laughter as he hugged her tighter, resting his chin on her shoulder. His deep, warm voice rumbled low in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Well, I need a darling to act innocent for.”

Olivia felt her ears go soft, her cheeks—which were already pink—burning even hotter.

He carefully slid his arm out from under her waist, trying to get up, but she cracked one sleepy eye open.

“What time is it?” she mumbled.

“Seven. Still early. Go back to sleep,” Ethan said, tucking the covers around her.

She murmured an “okay” and scooted closer, eyes fluttering shut again.

Once he was sure she was asleep, Ethan pressed a kiss to her forehead and quietly got out of bed.

When Olivia woke for real, Ethan was already gone. She ran her hand over the cold sheets where he’d been and bit her lip before getting up.

Downstairs, only Lily George was up already; Adelina Lane and Elaine Carter wandered in not long after.

The girls enjoyed a breakfast of pancakes and scrambled eggs, chatting away until the afternoon, when boredom started to creep in.

Elaine glanced around mischievously, then looped her arm through Olivia’s. “Hey Olivia, do you know how to play poker?”

“Not really,” Olivia admitted with a grin.