The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 208

Noah managed to stay a bit more composed, but excitement still lit up his face.

The moment they arrived at the concert venue, they were swept up in a sea of people—laughter, chatter, and music filled the air.

The kids clung tightly to their mother’s hands, forming a neat little line as they gazed around, eyes wide and curious.

Once inside, they found their seats. Evan practically bounced out of his chair, grinning from ear to ear. “Wow, these seats are amazing!”

But Uncle Michael still hadn’t arrived, and Aiden grew restless. He tugged at Rebecca’s sleeve, asking, “Mom, when is Uncle Michael going to be on stage?”

Rebecca soothed him, “Don’t worry, he’ll be out soon. He’s backstage getting ready.”

She handed each of the kids two glow sticks.

Aiden fiddled with his, then looked up at her. “Mom, what does Uncle Michael have to get ready for?”

Rebecca smiled, patient as ever. “He needs to get his makeup done, check his equipment, and make sure everything’s perfect for the show.”

Aiden nodded, satisfied. “Oh, I see. We’ll just wait a little longer, then.”

Ethan, on the other hand, could hardly sit still. He squirmed in his seat, groaning, “How much longer? I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

Noah tugged gently at his arm. “Relax, Ethan. Just be patient.”

Meanwhile, across town, Crystal Thomson arrived at Dylan’s office in her prettiest dress.

She ran into Dennis in the hallway and found out that Dylan was still working late at the company.

Seeing that the office was deserted, Crystal pushed open the door to Dylan’s office, then tiptoed inside and called softly, “Dylan?”

Dylan frowned, unmoved. “I said I’m busy. Don’t you understand?”

Startled by how cold he was, Crystal didn’t push any further. Her gaze drifted around the office, taking in her surroundings.

That’s when she noticed a pair of men’s slippers tucked under the desk. Her eyes lit up as a thought struck her—was Dylan actually living here at the office?

Testing her theory, she asked, “Dylan, do you ever go home on weekends? Or do you wait until you’re finished with work to see your wife?”

His face remained stone-cold, irritation flickering in his eyes. “We’ll see when I’m done.”

Hearing that, Crystal actually felt a little smug. With how obsessed Dylan was with work, who knew when he’d ever be “done”?

If he was always at the office, that meant Rebecca must be home alone all the time—neglected and lonely. Crystal couldn’t help but feel secretly pleased at the thought.