From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 281

As the two women chatted, Ethan Carter was already making his way over.

“Olivia,” he called out, eyes fixed on Olivia Bennett.

She glanced up at him. “Give me a sec,” she replied, then turned and headed for the back of the car.

Nannie Bruce shot Ethan a wary look, her brow furrowed, before following Olivia to the trunk. Olivia popped it open.

The bouquet was still there, perfectly intact and undamaged.

Nannie bent down, picked up the flowers, and handed them to Olivia. “Promise me, no matter what, you won’t ever put yourself second just for Franklin, okay?”

Olivia accepted the bouquet, looking solemn. “I promise.”

But Nannie still looked uneasy. “If anything happens, you better call me. If you don’t, I swear I’ll stop talking to you!”

“I got it, I got it,” Olivia said with a smile.

Only then did Nannie reluctantly get in the car. She rolled down the window and, leaning out, called, “Don’t forget what I said!”

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh, feeling touched at the same time. She nodded, extra serious.

The car started up and soon disappeared down the street.

Olivia finally turned to face Ethan.

He looked unusually serious, peering down at her with concern. “Olivia, there’s nothing going on with me and her. I waited here for you, and she just showed up. I was the one who called security to have her leave.”

He sounded like he was pleading his case.

Olivia just nodded, calm as ever. “I believe you.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t know Catherine Blair. If something had been going on, she’d have found out by now.

Ethan’s eyes darkened a little. “I just didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“I won’t,” Olivia said, grinning. “Didn’t I already tell you? I trust you.”

“Your friend doesn’t.”

He’d overheard the whole conversation.

She let out a sigh, clearly disappointed. “Well, I do like them. Actually, I picked them out for you. I thought you’d like them too, but it looks like our tastes aren’t exactly the same. But since I already bought them, you’re stuck with them anyway.”

She shoved the bouquet into his arms, not taking no for an answer.

Ethan stared at her, surprised, then at the flowers. “Wait, you bought these for me?”

Olivia sighed, her brows knitting together. “Yeah. I saw the flower shop when we left the restaurant, and it just reminded me of you. I thought they’d suit you, so I bought them. Guess I was wrong about your style.”

“No, you weren’t,” he said, his voice suddenly a little louder.

Olivia jumped, startled, and stared at him in confusion.

He met her eyes, completely straight-faced. “I love these flowers. I just didn’t look at them properly before. Now that I have, I really do think they’re perfect.”

She squinted at him, not totally convinced. “Really?”

“Really.”

Olivia looked down at the bouquet, let out a long sigh, and seemed to convince herself. “It’s okay. You don’t have to pretend or anything… If you don’t like them, you don’t…”