From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 322

Olivia Bennett shot him a quick glance, and under his teasing gaze, she bit his lip, grazing it softly before pulling away. “There. Happy now?”

“Not even close,” Ethan Carter grinned.

He dipped down, kissing her again, his lips pressing against hers until they were both breathless when he finally pulled back.

Ethan forced himself to behave, taking a deep breath and letting out a slow sigh. “You okay?” he asked.

Olivia let out a little laugh. “I think you’re the one suffering here, not me.”

“Oh, so you do realize,” Ethan teased, brushing his hand over her flushed cheeks. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back for this later.”

Olivia’s cheeks turned even redder.

He kissed her forehead gently. “Get some sleep, Liv.”

She was actually pretty tired, and honestly a little worried he’d say something even more outrageous, so she quickly mumbled, “Okay.”

Ethan wrapped his arms around her and spoke softly, “I’ve got a dinner meeting tomorrow night. Might be home late.”

“Alright.”

“And after a couple days, I’ll finally have some time to spend with you. Just us.”

“Okay,” Olivia replied again, snuggling closer.

The next morning, when Olivia woke, Ethan was already gone.

She rubbed her eyes and got herself ready before heading downstairs.

Breakfast was the usual—scrambled eggs and toast. Adelina Lane, her friend, joined her for a walk, and afterward, they sat and chatted in the cozy living room.

A couple hours later, Olivia headed upstairs.

She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small packet, then flopped onto the couch.

It was the craft kit she’d bought a few days ago—beads and string for making friendship bracelets.

She’d promised Ethan she’d give him a reward for something he did, but she never quite figured out what to get him.

After all, what do you give a guy who’s had everything since he was a kid?

Ethan took a sip—just soda, no alcohol tonight.

They sat for a bit, making small talk about work.

After a while, Ethan started to feel a little restless. He excused himself and headed for the restroom.

He’d barely stepped into the hallway when a woman stepped right into his path.

“Ethan,” Catherine Blair exclaimed, acting surprised. “Wow, fancy running into you here!”

She sounded casual, but inside she was practically doing cartwheels. She’d been waiting for Ethan to show up for ages, almost certain she’d wasted her time tonight.

Thank God Shirley Carter hadn’t lied.

But when Ethan saw her, his eyes went cold. All he could think of was what she’d done—and all he felt was a wave of disgust. “Leave,” he said flatly, his tone like ice.

Catherine’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered, slipping into her best damsel-in-distress face. “Ethan, I know I messed up last time, but it was only because I care about you so much.”

“I’ve liked you for so long,” she pleaded, her voice trembling just a little. “All I want is to see you, to be near you. If you’d just forgive me, I’d do anything—anything at all.”