From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 162

Her eyes flew open in surprise, just as he leaned in, silencing the words she hadn’t even managed to say.

Olivia Bennett found herself staring straight into Ethan Carter’s eyes, caught off guard by the gentle warmth she saw there. Her heart did a backflip before she could stop it.

Ethan reached out and softly covered her eyes with his hand. His voice was a low whisper against her lips. “Close your eyes.”

Suddenly everything went dark. Maybe it was the way he said it, or maybe she just didn’t stand a chance against him, but Olivia’s lashes fluttered and she let her eyes fall shut.

Ethan let go, a smile flickering in his eyes as he deepened the kiss.

When they finally broke apart, Olivia’s cheeks were as pink as strawberry ice cream, her eyes wide and shining.

Ethan brushed his thumb over her flushed cheek, his voice barely above a murmur. “Now we’re even.”

Olivia tipped her head back, squinting up at him. “So... you’re not mad anymore?”

He grinned, amused. “Mad? What made you think I was mad in the first place?”

She blinked, genuinely confused. “Wait, you weren’t?”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think I’d get mad just because you forgot to tell me something? Am I really that hot-headed or petty in your eyes?”

He really wasn’t the jealous or volatile type—pretty level-headed, actually.

But after all those missed calls and unanswered texts, anyone would be a little upset, wouldn’t they?

Olivia eyed him with suspicion. “Not even a little bit?”

He shook his head, looking straight at her, his tone earnest. “I was only worried about you. Didn’t have the energy to be mad.”

She’d ignored his calls, left his messages on read. The only thing on his mind had been where she was, if she was okay.

It wasn’t until her name popped up on his phone and he heard her voice that his heart finally stopped somersaulting.

All he could feel was relief.

As long as she was safe, nothing else mattered. He honestly didn’t have the time—or heart—to get angry.

Olivia suddenly felt like she’d drawn the short straw. “Then why’d you kiss me? And you remembered exactly how many times you called—twelve, Ethan.”

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