Olivia Bennett’s eyes crinkled with a warm smile as she walked over.
She wasn’t sure why, but seeing him this time just made her especially happy.
Ethan Carter glanced between the two of them, called out to Adelina Lane, and only then unlocked the car.
Adelina didn’t stand on ceremony. She slid right into the back seat. As soon as she sat down, Ethan’s voice sounded from the driver’s seat. “You hungry?”
She looked up, catching his usually cool and distant son gazing down at Olivia with a softness in his eyes that was honestly shocking.
Even from her angle, Adelina could see it—a gentleness she’d never expected from Ethan.
She couldn’t help but smirk.
If anyone had told her before that Ethan Carter was capable of looking at anyone that way, she would’ve laughed them out of the room.
But now, seeing it with her own eyes? Well, it was a learning experience.
And maybe, just maybe, he’d inherited at least one good thing from his father—knowing how to care about someone special.
“A little,” Olivia answered quietly, her gaze dropping just as she met Adelina’s warm, teasing smile.
Caught under such an obvious look, even Olivia’s thick skin wasn’t enough. Her ears turned pink.
She quickly looked away and nudged Ethan. “Let’s go, already.”
Ethan’s eyes lingered on the blush at her ear for a second before he nodded and stepped aside, letting her climb in.
Since Adelina was already in the backseat, Olivia chose to sit beside her rather than up front.
The car rolled smoothly down the driveway. Adelina shot Ethan a look in the rearview mirror. “How’d you know I was still here?”
Ethan didn’t even look up. “Jackson mentioned you hadn’t left yet.”
Jackson—the Carter family’s butler.
Subtle. Why not just ask directly?
Olivia blinked in surprise, not expecting Adelina to flip the script so suddenly. Up until now, Adelina had always been the picture of gentle grace—like something out of a Jane Austen novel.
She’d never imagined this elegant, refined woman could bicker with her son like that.
Honestly… it was kind of charming.
Ethan caught Olivia’s eye in the rearview mirror. He said calmly, “You’re scaring her.”
Adelina froze, then immediately turned to Olivia, her face full of concern.
Oh no. Did I really freak her out?
Regret flashed through her eyes as she grabbed Olivia’s hand with a gentle smile, her voice soft and reassuring, “You’re not scared, are you, Olivia? I’m just messing around with him, I swear. I’m not some cranky old lady.”
She even gave a little wink to show she meant it.
Her moods shifted so quickly that Olivia couldn’t help but laugh.

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