From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 380

“You two, out. Now.”

Mason Bennett’s face was set in stone as he waved off the two housekeepers standing nervously in the corner.

They exchanged a quick glance, nodded, and hurried from the room, barely daring to breathe.

Mason’s icy gaze fixed on Carmen Gates, his eyes sharp and unreadable in the dim light.

Carmen looked like she was asleep, eyes closed, body still.

But Mason knew she was wide awake.

He took a steadying breath, his chest rising and falling. “Don’t you think you went too far this time?”

He’d rushed over as soon as he heard. Hilary—who’d been perfectly fine yesterday—had a face swollen up like a Thanksgiving pumpkin pie, so battered she could barely get a word out. It didn’t take a detective to figure out someone had gone all in, no holds barred.

Carmen’s heart twisted, but she forced a mocking smile, finally opening her eyes and meeting his glare. “What, you’re upset because I hit her?” she shot back. “Didn’t take you long to come running for answers. So, what did she say to you?”

Carmen wasn’t backing down an inch.

Mason’s jaw tightened, his voice colder now. “She couldn’t say anything. She can barely talk.”

“So what?” Carmen’s tone was flat.

“Did you really have to go that far?” Mason’s stare was icy, his voice low.

Carmen let out a dry laugh. “Was it me who started this? Or was it you, the one who promised me you’d never see her again?”

Mason froze, anger flickering in his eyes. “You had someone following me?”

Carmen just lifted her chin, silent. Her look said it all: ‘Yeah, I did. So what?’

Mason wanted to say something—God, he wanted to—but the words stuck in his throat.

Carmen spoke first. “You broke your promise first. All I did was give her a little lesson. What’s the big deal?”

A flash of something dangerous crossed Mason’s eyes.

He clenched his fists, glowering at her.

Carmen didn’t even look at him. She closed her eyes again, shutting him out.

As darkness filled her vision, Carmen felt the bitterness in her chest swell until it was almost choking. From the moment Mason walked in, he’d only had accusations—never mind the fact that she’d taken a couple of slaps herself, never mind a single word of concern.

His footsteps echoed down the hall, each one heavier than the last. Every step was loaded with the storm inside him.

When Carmen finally opened her eyes again, Mason was gone.

She let out a breathless, self-deprecating laugh, lifting a hand to touch her own sore cheek.

Hilary’s battered face and Mason’s accusations swirled in her mind, haunting her like persistent ghosts she couldn’t shake.

The anger in her eyes burned hotter and hotter, threatening to consume her whole.