From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 18

Ethan Carter nodded, a half-smirk playing on his lips. “Got it.”

“….”

Sure, you get it, but can you at least try a different expression?

Well, now that she was wide awake, Olivia Bennett didn’t bother sneaking around anymore. She quickly slipped away from his side—flipping back the covers, swinging her legs out of bed, and slipping on her sneakers in one smooth motion.

But as her gaze brushed over Ethan, still lounging on the bed, she couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward.

“I’m going to get ready,” she blurted out, then practically sprinted into the bathroom.

Ethan watched her go, the smile in his eyes growing deeper.

Once they’d both gotten dressed and freshened up, Ethan asked, “Want to grab breakfast out?”

“Sure,” Olivia agreed easily.

She was used to living on her own and rarely bothered making breakfast at home—usually just grabbed something quick from a café on her way.

Fifteen minutes later…

Olivia stared in disbelief at the grand entrance of a five-star hotel, where a manager in a crisp suit greeted them with a beaming smile.

She gawked, totally stunned.

All this for breakfast? Isn’t this a bit… much?

The manager kept his professional grin firmly in place as he led them to a private dining room. “Mr. Carter, your breakfast is prepared just as you requested—everything’s healthy and nutritious for you and…”

“My wife,” Ethan cut in, voice as cool as ever, but those two little words somehow lingered in the air between them.

The manager’s eyes flickered with surprise, but he recovered almost instantly, his smile unfaltering.

“Of course, Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter. If you need anything, just let me know.”

He pulled out a chair for her before stepping back with practiced grace.

Olivia had never imagined breakfast could come with this kind of VIP treatment. She sat, slightly overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” she managed.

Way too fancy.

Way too extravagant.

After breakfast, the manager cheerfully escorted them out.

In the parking lot, Ethan’s voice broke the silence. “Let’s get you some new things.”

Olivia had brought barely anything with her—just enough that she looked like she could be packed and gone at a moment’s notice.

She shook her head. “I really don’t need anything.”

“The weather’s getting colder. You’ll need more clothes, shoes, and some basics for home.”

“I already have all that. I just didn’t bring it with me yet—I’ll grab everything in a few days, no need to go shopping now,” she protested quietly, fiddling with her sleeve.

It wasn’t just that she didn’t think it was necessary; part of her didn’t want Ethan spending a fortune on her.

She could take care of those things herself, after all.