From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 14

He'd just said all that… and all he got was a “Got it”?

Well, if it was Ethan Carter, that actually made sense.

“Mr. Carter, is there anything else you need?”

Ethan Carter’s fingers, which had been drumming on the desk, suddenly stilled. There was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “There’s one more thing I need you to handle…”

…

Bedroom.

Olivia Bennett stared blankly at the unfamiliar room around her, her mind completely foggy. It took her a moment to snap back and realize—she was married now. She’d moved into Ethan Carter’s house.

Still sitting on the bed, Olivia rubbed her temples. Wait a second… she remembered sitting on the couch, not the bed. How did she end up here?

Ethan Carter’s face flashed through her mind, along with that deep, almost hypnotic voice of his. Olivia’s hand froze in midair.

Guess it wasn’t a dream after all.

She glanced toward the window. The late afternoon sun spilled through, the sky out west painted a subtle blush, like someone had smeared rose-petal jam across the horizon.

How on earth had she slept this long?

That was odd. She’d always been sensitive about sleeping in new places—she remembered barely getting any shut-eye for two nights after moving into her last apartment. But here, in a stranger’s house, she’d slept like a log.

Maybe she really was just exhausted.

Sighing, Olivia headed downstairs. The whole house was quiet, almost too quiet.

Ethan Carter was stretched out on the couch, a laptop open in front of him. His expression was intense, focused, fingers flying over the keyboard. He looked busy.

Olivia tiptoed into the living room, but Ethan had already noticed her. He closed his laptop, got up, and poured her a glass of water.

“Thanks,” Olivia said softly, taking a sip. Something fluttered in her chest.

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