The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 302

Thomas shrugged. “Alright, I just think the whole thing’s a bit odd. But if you really don’t care about this Raina, then there’s no need to worry about what Fitch is up to, either.”

Dylan took a silent sip of his whiskey.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen—Jonas Frost was calling.

He answered, and before he could say a word, Jonas blurted out, “Dylan, I told you—if you found the fairy, you were supposed to tell me first! How’d you let Fitch beat me to it? I’m so pissed right now!”

Clearly, Jonas had already seen Fitch’s post on Facebook.

Dylan’s brows knit together. Instead of responding to Jonas’s outburst, he asked, “Did you take care of what I asked?”

But Jonas wasn’t having it. “Dylan, how am I supposed to focus on anything else right now? Forget it, I’m heading back tomorrow. I have to go home and settle this with Fitch, once and for all.”

Dylan’s expression darkened, his tone suddenly sharp. “You’re not coming back.”

Jonas was stunned; he hadn’t expected such a firm rejection. “Why not? Dylan, Fitch already had a kid with her! How can I not be freaking out?”

Dylan answered coolly, “That boy isn’t Fitch’s son. Besides, she’s married. You need to quit chasing after someone else’s wife. Even if you come back, it won’t change anything.”

Jonas fell silent, obviously trying to process it. After a while, he muttered, “So I’m supposed to just give up, but Fitch gets to keep trying? How is that fair?”

Dylan’s frown deepened. “You know damn well Fitch has no shame. Let him play the homewrecker if he wants, but are you really going to stoop to his level?”

Jonas grumbled under his breath, “Well, I mean, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…”

Dylan gave him a brief rundown.

When Thomas finished listening, he burst out laughing. “Man, Jonas is hopeless. All these years, and he still can’t get over Raina?”

That, at least, didn’t worry Dylan. Jonas had always listened to him—if Dylan put his foot down, Jonas wouldn’t dare do anything reckless.

Fitch, though, was another matter entirely.

Dylan took another sip of whiskey, silent.

Thomas grinned. “This Raina must really be something, huh? She’s got both of them wrapped around her finger. Makes me want to meet her myself.”