From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 84

Olivia Bennett shook her head. “It’s fine. See our guest out, please.”

Then, turning to Daniel Gill, she said, “We can’t do what you’re asking. You should go.”

With Adelina Lane in the room, Olivia didn’t want to air their dirty laundry, but her tone was unmistakably frosty.

It was clear this wasn’t the time for pleasantries. Daniel shot Olivia a long, searching look, pressed his lips together, and said, “Alright. I’ll leave. Just… think about what I said.”

Olivia didn’t move a muscle. Daniel’s expression flickered—something like regret or defeat—before he turned and left.

Adelina watched him go, her eyes turning cold for just a second before she put on her usual warm smile for Olivia. “Has today been busy?”

Olivia replied, “Not really. About the same as usual. By the way, what brings you here?”

Adelina’s smile widened. “Those photos you took of me yesterday? I really liked them. I was home, bored out of my mind, so I thought I’d swing by and see if you have any other looks I could try on. Maybe snap a few more pictures?”

“Of course! Come in, have a seat. Let me show you what we’ve got,” Olivia said, ushering her inside.

Meanwhile, Daniel sat in his car, watching through the window as Olivia laughed and chatted with Adelina, looking so much more at ease than she’d been with him. The sense of helplessness in his chest grew heavier.

It seemed like everyone could get a smile from Olivia these days—everyone but him.

He didn’t know how to handle Lavinia Bennett—he always ended up giving in to her. And with Olivia, he was just as powerless.

Was he really supposed to ask Olivia to take engagement photos of him and Lavinia? That would be unbelievably cruel.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He was afraid he’d only push Olivia even further away.

Adelina nodded, then rummaged in her purse and pulled out a thermos. “Yesterday, you did my makeup and took photos, even though you’re pregnant. I felt so bad thinking about it later. So this morning, I made you some chicken soup. You’re working so hard—you need to keep your strength up. I hope you don’t mind.”

Chicken soup? Olivia was caught off guard.

Sure, she and Adelina had gotten along well, but this was a bit much, wasn’t it? And the way Adelina looked at her—so caring, almost… motherly.

It felt weird. Just a little too much.

Olivia waved her hands, trying to be polite. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that! It was my job, really. But thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

Adelina, expecting the refusal, only sighed and looked apologetic, as if she’d somehow failed Olivia by not doing enough.