From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 80

The soft glow from the overhead lights bathed the two of them, almost as if some invisible barrier had formed around them—sealing in all the comfort and harmony, keeping the rest of the world firmly on the outside.

Susan watched their backs, her smile growing warmer and more affectionate by the second.

She didn't know how long she stood there, just watching. Eventually, she turned and walked away, deciding not to disturb the perfect little world those two had made for themselves.

The Next Day

Olivia Bennett was barely an hour into her shift when Helen Adams came bustling over again, looking flustered.

“There’s someone waiting for you,” Helen huffed, rolling her eyes. “I asked him for his name—he wouldn’t say. Just insisted you come out. I told him you were busy, and he said he’d wait.”

Helen looked seriously annoyed.

“What is it with people these days? It’s like there’s something in the air making everyone weird,” she grumbled.

After the whole Lavinia Bennett fiasco, Helen had made a silent vow: never, ever let a stranger through if they wouldn’t at least give their name. Not on her watch.

But this guy, whoever he was, didn’t seem to care. The moment Helen said Olivia wasn’t available yet, he just sat himself down in the lobby as if he had all the time in the world, like he’d wait till the sun went down if he had to.

“Olivia, please don’t go out there,” Helen urged, her brow scrunching up like a caterpillar. “He’s giving me the creeps. I just came to warn you—don’t go. I told him you weren’t here yet. Don’t worry, I’m keeping an eye on him, and if he tries anything funny, I’m calling the cops. I’ve got 911 ready to dial.”

She clenched her fists, jaw tight with determination.

Olivia couldn’t help but feel a mix of gratitude and amusement at Helen’s protectiveness.

She thought back to what had happened the day before, and a familiar figure flashed across her mind. Instantly, her lips curled into a small, cold, almost mocking smile.

She gave Helen a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I know who it is. Don’t worry about it—just pretend he’s not even there. If he wants to wait, let him wait.”

Helen blinked. “You know him?”

Eventually, Daniel glanced at his phone, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable—maybe disappointment, maybe resignation.

He locked his phone and strode over to the front desk, tapping his fingers twice on the counter in front of Helen.

Helen, pretending to be engrossed in her phone, ignored him.

Tap, tap.

Another two knocks.

Helen had planned to keep ignoring him, but finally, she looked up, drew in a deep breath, and forced a polite—if obviously fake—smile.

“What can I do for you?”