The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 328

She turned to Dylan and asked softly, “Mr. Austin, should we head back too?”

Dylan nodded, but as he stood up, he suddenly staggered, nearly collapsing right there.

Luckily, Rebecca reacted quickly and grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Mr. Austin!” she said, holding him firmly. “Are you alright?”

He frowned, trying to regain his balance, but when he looked up, his eyes were unfocused. “I’m fine,” he insisted.

Hearing this, Rebecca let go of his arm.

No sooner had she released him than Dylan started to sway again, on the verge of falling over.

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat. She caught him just in time, feeling how unsteady he was—obviously drunk, but determined to keep up appearances.

She sighed in resignation and braced herself to help Dylan out of the restaurant.

Dylan was tall and broad-shouldered, and now all of his weight seemed to be pressing down on her. It was like dragging a sack of bricks.

Rebecca gritted her teeth and, after what felt like forever, managed to haul Dylan to the front door. She was sweating, breath coming fast and shallow.

“Jeez, you weigh a ton,” she muttered, catching her breath and preparing to let him stand on his own.

But as soon as she took a few steps away, disaster struck.

There was a loud thud—Dylan had collapsed onto the floor.

Rebecca winced and hurried over to help him up, grumbling under her breath, “Seriously? If you can’t hold your liquor, why even try? Now look at you, completely wasted.”

Dylan seemed to think for a long time before finally answering, “The office.”

“What?” Rebecca frowned. “You’re seriously planning to go back to work in this state?”

Dylan met her gaze and clarified, “To sleep.”

Rebecca blinked in surprise. “To sleep?”

Could he really be sleeping at the office every night?

Considering Mrs. Austin’s sharp tongue and constant nagging, she could understand why he’d avoid going back to the family estate. Still, even if his mother had taken over the Sunset Villa Estates, Dylan wasn’t exactly lacking for places to stay. If he was choosing to sleep at the office, it could only mean one thing—he truly lived for his work.

Rebecca looked at him and asked, “You don’t have anywhere else to stay besides the office? I could drop you at a hotel instead, if you want.”