The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 203

At that moment, Evan came out of the house, clutching his medal. Spotting Fitch, he turned to Rebecca with curiosity. “Mom, who’s that man?”

Rebecca ruffled Evan’s hair. “Don’t worry about him, honey. I barely know the guy.”

But Fitch crouched down to Evan’s level, a friendly smile on his face. “Hey there, little man. Your teacher and I are actually relatives.”

Evan put his hands on his hips, unimpressed. “So what? My mom doesn’t know you.”

Fitch couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ve got quite the personality—just like your mom.”

Evan gave a little huff and tilted his chin up with pride. “Of course I do. I’m my mom’s son, after all.”

Fitch found the kid irresistible and couldn’t take his eyes off him. But as he looked more closely, he suddenly froze. A strange thought flashed through his mind—Why does this kid look so much like my old friend, Dylan Austin?

The brows, the eyes, even the shape of his face—it was as if someone had photocopied Dylan as a child.

Fitch’s shock was obvious. He stared at Evan, unable to stop himself from sneaking several more glances, his curiosity growing by the second.

Rubbing his chin, he finally blurted out, “Hey, kid, has anyone ever told you you look a lot like one of my friends?”

Evan lifted his head higher, giving Fitch a sidelong look. “What’s so weird about that? There are tons of people in this world who look alike. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”

That grown-up tone caught Fitch off guard. It was just too uncanny, though—how could a kid look so much like Dylan? Still, after a moment, he convinced himself that there was no way Rebecca and Dylan would have any connection. Maybe, just as the kid said, it was an odd coincidence. After all, lookalikes happen.

Despite his rationalizations, Fitch couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His gaze flicked between Rebecca and Evan, searching their faces for any hint, any clue.

Fitch was momentarily stunned, innocence written all over his face. “I’m not up to anything!”

Evan lifted his chin again, relentless. “Then why do you keep bothering my mom?”

Fitch chuckled, giving in with a shrug. “Because I want to date your mom.”

He’d only meant to gauge the kid’s reaction, but Evan crossed his arms with a stern, grown-up expression. “You want to date my mom? Sorry, but I already have a dad.”

Fitch wasn’t ready to give up. “Is your dad better looking than me? Richer?”

Evan nodded emphatically. “Of course! My dad’s taller, better looking, richer—he’s a million times better than you. You couldn’t even compare to his little finger.”