The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 191

The woman knelt down to smooth her daughter's hair, her voice gentle as she coaxed, "Sweetheart, I didn't leave you behind. Mommy was just walking too fast and didn't realize you weren't right beside me."

Only then did she stand up and turn to Rebecca, apologizing, "I'm so sorry—I’m her mother. When I noticed she was gone, I was frantic. Thank goodness you found her."

Rebecca smiled, brushing it off. "I'm glad she's safe. Next time, just be a little more careful, okay?"

The mother thanked her over and over, then took the little girl’s hand and hurried away.

Rebecca, seeing the situation resolved, turned to leave as well. But before she could take a step, Fitch suddenly stepped into her path, blurting out, "Wait—miss, may I ask your name?"

Rebecca paused, giving him a quick once-over. "Does it really matter?"

"Of course it does," Fitch replied eagerly. "I just watched you help that little girl—you’re so kind."

Rebecca gave a faint, awkward smile, saying nothing.

But Fitch seemed not to notice her discomfort and pressed on, "Honestly, there aren’t many people like you in the world. I’d really like to know your name."

A long moment passed before Rebecca finally replied, her tone cool, "It was nothing. I’m sure anyone else would have done the same."

Fitch wouldn’t let up. "Maybe it’s nothing to you, but it meant a lot to me. My name’s Fitch, by the way. Can I know yours?"

Rebecca was starting to find him more than a little annoying.

Was it really so hard for men to come up with a normal conversation starter?

But then, something clicked. Fitch? That name sounded familiar. She suddenly remembered—he was the guy who’d introduced himself as the bar owner the night she’d gone out with Isabella.

So that’s where she’d seen him before.

Rebecca had no interest in chatting, convinced this was just a random encounter. No need to give him her real name. But as he kept pestering her, she hesitated for a moment and finally answered, almost offhandedly, "Renee."

Fitch repeated it with a delighted grin, "Renee—what a beautiful name. I’m really glad I met you today."

She’d always attracted attention, ever since she was a kid, and she was used to admirers. But a man as persistent as Fitch? That was unsettling.

If he turned out to be a stalker or something worse, she’d be in real trouble.

When she finally got home, the four little ones spotted the box of cupcakes she’d brought and erupted in cheers.

"Thank you, Mommy!"

"Mommy, you’re the best!"

Seeing their bright, eager faces, Rebecca managed to put the strange encounter from her mind—at least for now.

Fitch, on the other hand, was far from letting it go. The moment he had “Renee’s” name, he dialed Dylan’s number.

As soon as the call connected, Fitch exclaimed, barely able to contain himself, "Dylan, I just met that angel again!"