From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 30

As soon as the conversation turned serious, Helen Adams straightened up, her easy smile giving way to a look of focused attention as she listened to Olivia Bennett.

The two of them chatted over burgers and fries, laughter mingling with the aroma of coffee. It was nearly an hour before they finally left the diner.

Helen’s arm was looped through Olivia’s, her grin never fading since they sat down to eat. As it came time to part ways, she looked reluctant to leave.

“Olivia, if you ever need anything, just give me a call. Honestly, you can call even if you just want to chat,” Helen said, her voice warm.

Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. “I will, promise.”

Helen, a few years younger and with a personality that just clicked with Olivia’s, was someone Olivia had grown to care for deeply. Her words always carried a gentle fondness.

Helen gave a sheepish grin, clearly wanting to linger, but her Uber had already pulled up to the curb. She reluctantly let go of Olivia’s arm. “Alright, I’m heading off. See you in a couple of days?”

“See you soon,” Olivia replied.

As the car pulled away, Olivia’s smile softened. It was a quiet, gentle kind of happiness—lovely, not flashy, but warm in a way that made her approachable.

To Daniel Gill, who stood watching from the hotel entrance across the street, that smile was brighter than sunshine on a cold winter morning.

With him, Olivia was always guarded, like a hedgehog with every quill raised, building walls just to keep him at arm’s length. The closer he tried to get, the more he got hurt.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her smile like that.

“Mr. Gill, Mr. James and the others are waiting,” Aaron Adela reminded him quietly, adjusting his glasses with a finger.

Daniel tore his gaze away from Olivia and nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll be up in a minute.”

It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an order. And before Aaron could reply, Daniel was already striding away.

Aaron glanced after his boss, then at Olivia’s retreating figure, and sighed quietly. Some choices needed clean breaks.

She tried to jerk her arm free, but the difference in strength was obvious. No matter how hard she tried, it was useless.

“Let go,” she said, her voice icy and flat.

The warmth she’d shown Helen a minute ago had vanished. Now she was distant, almost unrecognizable.

Daniel felt as if a heavy stone pressed on his chest, suffocating him.

He didn’t let go, but his grip loosened.

He lowered his gaze, voice barely above a whisper, laced with self-mockery. “Do you really hate seeing me that much?”

For a moment, Olivia hesitated. Just for a moment.

But she caught herself quickly. Dust and ashes—whatever he felt, it had nothing to do with her anymore.