From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 270

"Hi, Mrs. Carter, I’m Calvin Brown."

Olivia Bennett gave a polite, warm smile as she introduced herself. "Hello, I’m Olivia Bennett."

Calvin grinned, tucking a towel over his arm. "So, Mrs. Carter, are we looking for a new style today, or just a trim?"

"Let’s just go short," Olivia replied.

"Got it," Calvin nodded, leading her further into the cozy salon.

He washed Olivia’s hair, chatting lightly about the weather and the latest football scores, before settling her in front of the big, bright mirror.

Calvin glanced over at Ethan Carter, who was standing nearby, arms folded, watching the whole process with the intensity of a hawk eyeing a steak. The guy didn’t say a word, but his focus was enough to make anyone nervous.

Calvin cleared his throat. "Mr. Carter, we have a lounge over there, if you’d like to sit and relax. There’s fresh coffee and some homemade brownies."

But Ethan shook his head. "No, thanks. I’ll just wait here."

Calvin tried to hide his anxiety and turned back to Olivia. She squeezed Ethan’s hand. "Go on and sit down, I’ll be done soon. Maybe I’ll surprise you."

Ethan looked at her for a moment, his gaze softening. "Alright," he said finally, and walked off toward the lounge.

Calvin let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

"So, Mrs. Carter," he asked, smiling as he picked up his scissors, "what kind of cut did you have in mind?"

Olivia studied her reflection. "Let’s go for a choppy bob, about collarbone length, with some French bangs."

Calvin snapped his fingers. "Perfect choice!"

Cutting hair was second nature to him—he’d done styles for everyone from high schoolers to movie stars.

Twenty minutes later, Calvin set down the hairdryer and looked at Olivia in the mirror. "What do you think, Mrs. Carter? Happy with it?"

"Thank you, Mr. Brown," Olivia replied politely.

Calvin paused, then chuckled. "You know, that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me that. Usually everyone just goes with Calvin—or sometimes Cal."

Olivia blinked, a bit amused. "Thanks, Mr. Brown."

Calvin laughed. "Mr. Brown works. Makes me sound like I know what I’m doing!"

Once everything was settled, Olivia and Ethan got ready to leave. Ethan offered his hand, and Olivia slipped hers into his, the gesture as natural as breathing. He protectively guided her out, and from behind, they looked like the picture-perfect couple—like something out of a fairytale.

Calvin watched them go, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He’d styled Ethan’s hair plenty of times, and the man always seemed cold and distant—a real iceberg. He never expected to see this softer side.

But that’s just how life works, Calvin mused. For every tough nut, there’s someone out there who can crack it. Even the coldest heart can melt when it meets the right person.