From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 92

Not quite right—she could call her “sis,” but “Olivia Bennett” just sounded off.

Wait, still not right.

Actually, she couldn’t do either.

If she called her “sis,” that would put her and Olivia Bennett in different generations.

Helen Adams was brainstorming, her brows knitting together in concentration.

Olivia Bennett found it amusing, and tapped Helen lightly on the head, her voice gentle. “If it’s hard to believe, just take your time and let it sink in.”

Helen wasn’t really paying attention—she didn’t even catch what Olivia said. She just nodded automatically.

Olivia shook her head with a helpless sigh, put both hands on Helen’s shoulders, and spun her around towards the door with a small laugh. “Helen, , let’s get moving. Don’t just stand there in a daze.”

Helen finally snapped back to reality. She glanced back at Olivia and Adelina Lane, still feeling a little emotional about the whole thing.

But she didn’t linger. She shot Adelina a friendly smile, then left.

Olivia closed the door behind her, and only then did it hit her—she started to feel nervous again.

Adelina didn’t miss the look on her face. She grinned and commented, “Aileen’s really sweet.”

Just like that, the tension broke.

Olivia’s lips curled into a small smile as she explained softly, “That’s just how she is. She’s a great kid, really. Don’t let her age fool you—she looks out for me, she’s efficient, and she takes things seriously.”

Adelina’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she replied, “Well, I guess I owe her a proper thank you then.”

Her easy familiarity caught Olivia a bit off guard.

“Would you like something to drink?” Olivia offered, quickly scanning the room for something to serve.

Adelina waved her off. “No, I’m good.”

“At least let me get you a glass of water,” Olivia insisted, stepping toward the kitchen.

She said it with a smile so genuine, her words lost all bravado.

Her eyes glinted with mischief as she looked at Olivia’s stomach and teased, “Won’t be long before I’m a grandma, right?”

Olivia felt her cheeks go hot, her ears burning red.

Adelina noticed, and decided not to push the topic any further. Instead, she took out a thermos and asked, “Did you like the chicken noodle soup I brought over yesterday?”

“It was delicious,” Olivia replied.

Adelina’s smile grew warmer. “Glad you liked it. I’ll have the chef make some more for you next time.”

Olivia shook her head, embarrassed. “That’s too much trouble for you.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” Adelina said, looking around the cozy apartment. “I actually like it here. There’s not much going on at my place anyway, so coming over is a nice change of pace. You don’t mind having me around, do you?”

She looked at Olivia, a little nervous, waiting for her answer.