The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 207

Rebecca returned to her room, completely unaware that the four little rascals had just been plotting behind her back.

She had just finished her evening routine and was settling into bed when her phone buzzed with a video call from her Michael.

Michael had been overseas on tour for the past few weeks, so busy that he hadn’t made it home once. For him to suddenly call now—had something happened?

She tapped ‘accept.’

The moment the call connected, Michael Thomson’s handsome face filled her screen. He ran a hand confidently through his hair and grinned, “Becky, long time no see! Missed your Michael yet?”

Rebecca yawned. “Cut to the chase. What’s up?”

Michael laughed and finally got to the point. “I’m coming back tomorrow. It’s my last concert of the tour, and you and the kids absolutely have to come cheer me on.”

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I thought it was something serious. Of course I’ll be there—Michael’s concert, right? I wouldn’t miss it.”

His smile widened into a dazzling grin. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear! I’ve been prepping for this show for ages. It’s going to be amazing, Becky.”

She nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I believe you, Michael.”

He leaned closer to the camera. “So, how are the little ones? Any trouble lately?”

Rebecca chuckled. “They’ve been good, just… full of mischief as always.”

Michael’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Oh? Do tell.”

She shook her head with a sigh. “Those four—who knows what they’re scheming these days? They’ve been acting all mysterious lately.”

Michael burst out laughing. “They’re kids! Always brimming with wild ideas. Probably inherited my creative genius, don’t you think?”

Rebecca snorted inwardly. Yeah, more like your world-class ego.

She cleared her throat, cutting him off before he could launch into another monologue. “So, Michael, how long are you staying this time?”

They chatted for a while longer, sharing little bits of family gossip, before finally saying goodnight and ending the call.

The next day, the four kids lit up like Christmas trees when they heard they’d be going to Uncle Michael’s concert.

They dressed in their coolest casual outfits, each of them sporting matching white sneakers, and followed their mom out the door, practically skipping with excitement.

All the way there, the car was filled with their chatter.

“I can’t wait to see Uncle Michael on stage!” Evan’s eyes shone with anticipation.

“He’s going to look so cool!” Ethan chimed in.

Aiden fussed endlessly with his clothes, smoothing out imaginary creases. “I have to look my best today. Can’t embarrass Uncle Michael.”

Ethan snickered. “Give it a rest, Aiden. We’re identical, remember? If I look good, you automatically look good too.”