The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 218

Emily gave Crystal her most pitiful look. “Please, just this once—help me out?”

Crystal couldn’t be bothered to respond. She thought Emily was dreaming way out of her league.

But then Emily dropped her voice and said, “Crystal, if you help me this time, I’ll find someone to put a scar on Rebecca’s pretty little face. How about it?”

Crystal paused, eyeing Emily warily. “Fine. But I’m not promising Michael will even give you the time of day.”

Emily lit up instantly. “Thank you, Crystal! Doesn’t matter if he ignores me—I’ll keep my promise, I swear!”

Back in the car, Michael couldn’t wait any longer. “Becky, what’s going on? Why wouldn’t you let me say hi to Dylan just now? We should have invited him home for dinner!”

Rebecca sighed, resigned. Now she had to explain. “Honestly, Michael, this one’s your fault.”

“My fault?” Michael gestured at himself, looking baffled.

Rebecca nodded. “Remember last time, when you had me dress up like ‘Crazy Becky’? Dylan still thinks that’s the real me. He has no idea what I actually look like now.”

Michael stared at her for a moment—and then burst out laughing. “That’s what all this is about? Oh man, that’s hilarious!”

Rebecca shot him a look. “Michael, what could possibly be so funny?”

He chuckled, still amused. “I’m just happy! That whole get-up was pretty entertaining, you have to admit.”

What he didn’t say out loud was: If only Becky never got married and just stayed in the family home, that would be perfect. The last thing he wanted was for Becky to end up with someone like Dylan.

Noticing her, George hopped down and strode over, deliberately putting himself in her line of sight. “Well, honey? What do you think of your husband’s physique?”

Mrs. Thomson gave him a flustered, playful glare and stammered, “I—I should go check if Susan’s finished with the soup.”

She tried to slip away, but after only a few steps, George caught her by the wrist and pulled her firmly into his arms.

“Don’t leave just yet,” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her neck and making her blush even deeper. “You didn’t answer my question.”

She squirmed gently in his embrace. “Oh, stop it—what if someone sees us?”

George just held her closer. “Who else is even home right now? Come on, tell me the truth—aren’t you a little bit smitten with your husband’s body?”