The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 330

Rebecca quickly apologized to the driver, her face burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, sir. He’s had too much to drink—it wasn’t on purpose. I’ll pay for the cleaning, I promise.”

As she spoke, she fumbled for some napkins and tried to wipe the mess off her clothes.

The driver was still fuming, but when Rebecca mentioned compensation, his anger softened just a bit. “Unbelievable. People like you ruin my whole night,” he grumbled.

When they finally reached their stop, Rebecca handed over some cash for the cleaning fee, only then did the ordeal come to an end.

She struggled to help Dylan out of the car, stopping in front of the hotel, so frustrated she considered just leaving him on the curb.

Especially since her own clothes were filthy now, reeking of vomit.

But that was just a passing thought. She couldn’t really abandon him, could she? Gritting her teeth, she decided to at least get him settled inside first.

Rebecca half-dragged, half-supported Dylan into the hotel lobby. The receptionist caught sight of them and immediately wrinkled her nose.

Rebecca managed an awkward smile, explaining, “He had a bit too much to drink and got sick. Could you please get us a room?”

The clerk worked quickly, handing over a key card in record time. Rebecca steered Dylan down the hall and into the room.

As soon as the door shut behind them, she let go—Dylan collapsed onto the bed with a dull thud.

He sprawled there, completely out cold, cheeks flushed, his breathing deep and heavy.

Rebecca let out a long sigh, then slipped into the bathroom, scrubbing at her stained clothes with a towel.

Once she’d cleaned up as best she could, she got ready to leave. She’d done more than enough—there was no reason to stick around any longer.

But as she glanced back at Dylan lying on the bed, she hesitated, frowning at the stench.

His grip tightened even more.

Rebecca tossed the towel aside in exasperation. “Fine! If you’d rather sleep in your own filth, be my guest. I won’t touch you again.”

She made to stand up, unable to understand why Dylan was making such a big deal out of this.

After all, he was the one reeking to high heaven.

But just as she tried to leave, Dylan yanked her back, locking his fingers around her wrist.

With a heavy thud, she lost her balance and landed right on his chest.

Rebecca scrambled to push herself up, flustered. “Dylan, what is your problem? I was just trying to leave—why are you still holding onto me?”