From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 287

Damian Franklin finally relaxed. “Alright, if anything comes up, I’ll talk to Ethan about it.”

Olivia Bennett nodded, lowering her eyes to hide whatever she was feeling.

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Night fell.

It was past eight, and Ethan Carter still hadn’t come home.

Olivia gave Damian a quick goodnight before heading back to her room.

She sank down onto the sofa, pulling out her phone and scrolling to her chat with Ethan.

She typed a quick message, paused, and then slowly erased it letter by letter.

Just as she was about to put her phone away, the door swung open.

Ethan Carter walked in.

Olivia blinked in surprise. “You’re back early!”

Ethan stopped about a yard away from her. Her phone screen was still on—their chat open, but no message sent.

“Were you about to text me?” Ethan’s dark eyes softened with a gentle smile.

Olivia glanced at her phone and gave a quiet “Yeah. I was going to, but I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Ethan said, lips curving up as if he wanted to hug and kiss her.

He started to move closer, but then paused, hand halfway to her. “I smell like beer. I should shower first.”

Olivia frowned. “You were drinking?”

She sniffed the air, but didn’t catch any scent of alcohol.

Ethan shook his head. “Nah, I didn’t drink. The others did, but you know how it is, the smell sticks.”

Olivia gave him a little wave. “Then go ahead.”

Ethan reached out from a safe distance and ruffled her hair. “Wait for me.”

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Forgot to grab them,” he shrugged, looking completely unbothered.

She frowned, “What about a bathrobe?”

It wasn’t exactly warm in the house.

“Don’t have one,” Ethan answered. “Last time I wore it, Dad sent it to the laundry. Guess it never made it back.”

Olivia’s gaze darted away. Her eyelashes fluttered. “You could’ve just asked me to bring you something.”

Her eyes refused to meet his, and Ethan, sensing her embarrassment, couldn’t resist teasing her. He walked up, closing the distance. “It’s not like I’m naked. Why are you so shy?”

He was close enough that she could smell the fresh scent of his soap.

Olivia turned her face away, trying to act unfazed. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you before. Why would I be shy?”

“Oh, you’re not?” Ethan grinned.

“Nope.”

Ethan gently caught her chin and turned her face back to him. “Then why won’t you look at me?”