From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 384

“Twenty, thirty minutes tops.”

“I’ll take a quick shower then come back and hold her,” Olivia Bennett said, already hurrying up the stairs.

She didn’t waste a second—quicker than usual, really. Luckily, when she came back down fresh and clean, Carey was still awake.

She scooped Carey up into her arms.

The moment Carey landed in her embrace, she started wriggling and fussing, little arms waving.

“Looks like someone’s hungry,” Adelina Lane said, watching with a soft, knowing smile.

“She always gets like this when she’s hungry.”

Olivia nodded, “I’ll take her upstairs then.”

Adelina’s voice was as gentle as ever. “Go on, honey.”

Olivia carried Carey upstairs. As soon as they were out of sight, and nothing arrived for her to eat, Carey started wailing even louder, little cheeks turning red.

Olivia hurried into the bedroom, not daring to stall, and began feeding her right away.

Carey latched on, and just like that—peace and quiet.

Olivia let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, brushing her fingers over Carey’s soft cheek. “Little rascal,” she whispered.

Carey, blissfully unaware her mom was teasing her, kept her eyes shut and drank her fill.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Ethan Carter appeared in the doorway, hair damp, holding a towel.

Olivia looked up at him, eyebrows raised. “That was fast.”

She’d barely had time to get Carey before he was done.

“I heard her crying,” Ethan explained, stepping inside.

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s just hungry. Feed her and she’s all good.”

She was sitting at the edge of the bed, Ethan coming over to stand beside her, peering down at Carey with a focused, almost comically serious expression.

Olivia shot him a look, suddenly a little self-conscious. “Go dry your hair, will you? Don’t just stand there gawking.”

Ethan’s lips twitched into a faint grin.

She rolled her eyes at him.

He didn’t tease her further—just shook his head, turned, and went to finish up.

When he came back, Carey was already out like a light, sleeping soundly on the bed, her tiny fists curled under her chin.

“Nothing, just scrolling.”

He hummed, peeking over her shoulder for a second—just some random videos.

Losing interest, he turned his attention to her, pressing a quick kiss to her ear.

She didn’t react, so he leaned in closer, trailing soft, slow kisses from her ear down her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

A shiver ran through her. She tried to ignore him, pushing at his arm gently. “I’m trying to look at my phone.”

“Go ahead,” he murmured, but his hands didn’t stop.

Olivia gave a huff of laughter, rolling onto her back to look at him. “How am I supposed to do that when you’re being like this?”

Her eyes sparkled, full of mischief, catching the lamplight just so. There was something about the way she looked at him that made his heart skip.

Without a word, Ethan plucked the phone from her hand. “Then don’t,” he said, setting it on the nightstand with a little thump.

Olivia looked at him, something bright flickering in her gaze.

“If you’re not letting me look, I’m just gonna go to sleep.”

She started to roll over, but Ethan caught her by the shoulder, voice low and teasing. “Not just yet.”