From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 15

After Ethan Carter finished speaking, he immediately realized he’d sounded a bit off. Worried Olivia might get the wrong idea, he tried to explain, “It’s nothing serious with my family. You just found out you’re pregnant, so I figured we could wait a while before I introduce you to everyone.”

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “My folks… Well, they can be a handful. You haven’t been feeling great lately, and I don’t want you to get overwhelmed.”

His mom and grandma were always hounding him about settling down. If they found out Olivia was pregnant, there was no way they’d let her off easy.

Just thinking about it gave Ethan a headache.

Olivia, for her part, didn’t mind at all—in fact, she let out a tiny, secret sigh of relief. She hadn’t expected that kind of reason, but honestly, maybe it was for the best.

Today had already thrown her for a loop twice. Meeting his family on top of it all? She wasn’t sure she could handle that.

They walked together for a while, the sky slowly darkening and the evening air turning cool. A gentle breeze brushed past, and Olivia rubbed her hands together for warmth.

Ethan glanced at her, frowning slightly. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Surprised, Olivia looked up at him, but before she could say anything, Ethan spoke up, his tone gruff but caring. “Keep it on. Don’t want you catching a cold—it’s not good for the baby.”

The protest died on her lips. She pulled the jacket closer around herself, feeling a sudden, comforting warmth.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

Ethan just nodded, almost absently, “Yeah.”

But in the shadows, where Olivia couldn’t see, his expression softened. He seemed to relax a little, almost as if her relief had rubbed off on him.

When they got back to the apartment, Ethan handed her a bank card and a slim red folder. “The money’s yours to use however you want.”

Of course Ethan would know all about her past. He was nothing if not thorough. Still, she hadn’t expected him to pull this off so quickly.

She ran her fingers over her name, her chest tight with emotion she couldn’t quite name.

The sound of the shower running was like a pebble dropped into a still pond, sending ripples through her thoughts.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Olivia looked up, almost on instinct.

Ethan emerged in a white bathrobe, tied loosely at his waist. The collar hung open, revealing a broad expanse of chest and a hint of toned abs. His hair was still damp, and a drop of water slid down his neck, disappearing into the robe.

Olivia couldn’t help herself—she stared, caught off guard by how good he looked. Her gaze traveled upward, and suddenly she met his eyes.

Startled, Olivia jerked her eyes away, cheeks burning. She was definitely not immune to the sight.