From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 49

Olivia Bennett stepped out of the bathroom just as Ethan Carter came in from the balcony.

She noticed his phone in his hand and figured he’d probably been taking a call. Not wanting to pry, she just grabbed the hair dryer, ready to get on with her evening routine.

She plugged it in, flipped the switch—nothing happened. Not even a whir.

Frowning, she barely had time to process before Ethan gently took the dryer from her hands.

“Let me see,” he said.

He gave it a try, but the thing was as dead as ever. With a shrug, he set the useless dryer down on the couch and explained, “Guess it’s busted. I’ll grab a new one from the guest room.”

Without waiting for a reply, he disappeared down the hall.

A minute later, he returned, this time holding a shiny white hair dryer. Instead of handing it to her, Ethan plugged it in and tested it himself.

Once he’d made sure it worked, Olivia reached out, expecting him to pass it over. But Ethan lifted it just out of her reach, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

She turned her head, eyebrows raised in surprise. “What’s up?”

“Sit down. I’ll dry your hair for you,” Ethan said, his voice calm and steady.

Suddenly, his hand grazed the back of her neck, jolting her out of her daydream. Olivia tensed, but Ethan didn’t seem to notice—he just kept drying her hair, totally unfazed.

She realized she’d been staring at him in the mirror, completely zoned out. If Ethan noticed, he probably thought she was just mooning over him. Honestly, she couldn’t blame herself—he was definitely the kind of guy people swooned over. And, well, they were married now. She had every right to stare, or do a whole lot more, if she wanted.

Still, Olivia felt a little self-conscious and quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on her hands instead.

The room filled with the soft, steady buzz of the dryer. Every so often, Ethan glanced at her through the mirror. She didn’t see it, but if she had, she might have caught the way his gaze lingered.

She really was beautiful. Her skin was flawless, her dark brows and bright, starry hazel eyes framed by soft waves of hair. Her nose was delicately sculpted, her lips naturally rosy. Even without a trace of makeup, she looked effortlessly stunning—enough to make anyone forget what they were supposed to be doing.