From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 98

He shot her a sideways glance, meeting Daisy Dale’s shocked and furious expression. “If you’re so curious, why don’t you go ask yourself? Quit acting like your mom. Whatever’s going on with Ethan is none of your business.”

He jerked his arm out of her grip. “And don’t grab me again. Just because I haven’t hit a girl before doesn’t mean I won’t. You mess with me one more time, and not even your mom will help you.”

With that, he didn’t bother looking at Daisy’s face—just flung open the door to the private lounge and disappeared, leaving Daisy staring at the slammed door, practically hopping mad.

Who was harassing who here, anyway?!

She hated Jasper Lane.

Not a gentleman at all. And he actually threatened to hit her!

“Daisy?”

A gentle, fair-skinned hand rested on Daisy’s shoulder, accompanied by a soft, clear voice.

Daisy turned around, a sullen look on her face. “Yeah?” she mumbled.

“What happened?” Catherine Blair’s eyes were anxious. “You look terrible. And you’re all flushed.”

She reached out to feel Daisy’s forehead. “Are you feeling sick?”

“No.” Daisy shook her head, still fuming inside at Jasper Lane’s blunt “none of your damn business.”

She glared at the closed lounge door, practically grinding her teeth. “Jasper Lane pissed me off.”

Catherine followed her gaze. “Jasper Lane?”

Daisy puffed out her cheeks and nodded, fuming.

Catherine raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s he doing talking to you?”

Daisy hesitated, not wanting to admit it, but eventually muttered, “I went to talk to him.”

Catherine looked even more surprised. “Why’d you go up to him out of nowhere?”

Catherine skillfully steered the conversation away.

Daisy pressed her lips together, lowering her voice. “His mom was with him.”

Catherine, being Daisy’s closest confidant, knew full well that Daisy and Mrs. Lane weren’t exactly on friendly terms.

A strange look flickered through Catherine’s dark eyes, but she gently reassured Daisy, “Well, if she’s with him, maybe they’re just here for dinner. Jasper’s always like that—if he doesn’t want to talk, he won’t. Don’t let it get to you.”

Daisy frowned, drawing in a breath, clearly holding something back as she looked at Catherine.

Catherine sensed something was up. “Is there something else?”

Daisy hesitated, then nodded.

Catherine smiled, warm and indulgent. “You know you can tell me anything, right? Keeping it to yourself just makes it worse.”

“I’m fine,” Daisy muttered, puffing out her cheeks, looking a little uncertain. “Catherine, if I tell you, promise you won’t get upset…”