From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 6

Olivia Bennett shot a wary glance to her side, wondering what was going on. She wasn't blocking anyone's way, was she?

Not wanting to stir up trouble, she sidestepped, giving a little extra space.

That’s when the man’s voice cut in, calm but direct. “Are you pregnant?”

Olivia froze. She didn’t know this guy—definitely didn’t recognize him. Her hand tightened around the ultrasound results, and she instinctively took a step back, instantly on edge.

Why the heck did he care whether she was pregnant or not? And why stop her right outside the hospital? Her mind jumped to the worst-case scenario—was this one of Daniel Gill’s people?

The thought made her blood run cold. She shot Ethan Carter a fierce glare. “This is a hospital. Don’t try anything stupid.”

Evan Dale, watching the tense exchange, practically held his breath. Seriously, leave it to Mr. Carter to show “concern” in the creepiest way possible. Olivia looked like she was about to call 911.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t get the wrong idea!” Evan hurried forward, putting on the friendliest smile he could muster—though admittedly, he probably looked like one of those weird uncles who hand out candy from a van.

“Remember me? I’m the guy who gave you water and napkins outside the diner earlier.”

She did recall someone handing her water and napkins, actually. And it was his reminder that made her come to the hospital in the first place.

Olivia looked him over and finally recognized Evan. She let out a small breath, tension easing—just a little. But not all the way. Running into these two twice in one day? Way too much of a coincidence.

Her voice was cool, guarded. “So what do you guys want?”

Seeing she was at least talking now, Evan relaxed a bit. He tried to sound as reassuring as possible. “Look, this is Mr. Carter. Don’t worry, he’s a good guy. He just wanted to check if you were okay.”

He held up his hands as if swearing an oath. “And we’re seriously not stalking you. Total coincidence we’re here—just visiting a friend who’s sick.”

Olivia gave them a look, weighing her options. After a moment, she nodded. “Thanks for earlier. I’m fine—so I’ll be on my way.”

Ethan’s gaze didn’t waver. “It won’t take long. Just a conversation.”

A conversation? She knew how these things went. Looking down at the report in her hands, she figured she could guess his angle—he’d either demand she get rid of the baby, or try to take it from her.

She shook her head, her tone icy and distant. “The baby isn’t yours.”

She tried to sound calm, determined not to let Ethan sense her panic. But her eyes betrayed her, flicking away, darting with unease.

Ethan’s expression softened just a touch. “I’m not here to take your child. I just want to talk about what happened that day. That’s all.”

He sounded composed, but there was an edge to his words—a finality that said he wasn’t leaving without that conversation.

It was clear to everyone that running away wasn’t an option anymore.