The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 336

When Dylan emerged from his room, freshly changed, Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise. The black tracksuit suited him perfectly, making him look relaxed and somehow ten years younger in an instant.

He seemed like a completely different person compared to his usual buttoned-up self in business suits—now, a new energy radiated from him, a spark of youthful vigor.

Not bad at all, she thought. She’d always pegged him as the stuffy older guy, but right now he could easily pass for a boy band heartthrob. He looked every bit as striking as any model in the magazines.

Clothes really do make the man.

“Was it you who brought me here last night?” Dylan suddenly asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Rebecca nodded. “Yeah.”

Her voice was soft, but inside she was already trying to guess what he’d ask next.

Dylan pressed on. “You left after dropping me off, right?”

Rebecca hesitated, then shook her head. “Nope.”

She deliberately left it at that, wanting to see how he would react.

Sure enough, Dylan’s expression darkened. “Then what else did you do?”

Rebecca couldn’t help but wonder if he really remembered nothing about last night. Had he blacked out completely?

Thinking back to the bizarre message he’d sent her that morning, she decided to tease him a little. She paused dramatically before answering, “I was going to leave, but you wouldn’t let me go. You grabbed my hand and then…”

She trailed off, watching his face for any hint of recognition.

Dylan’s frown deepened, and his voice now held a touch of nervousness. “And then what?”

Rebecca simply lowered her eyes, feigning resignation, and stayed silent.

He grew more agitated. “Come on, just say it. What happened?”

Rebecca let the suspense stretch a little longer, then finally relented. “You wouldn’t let go of my hand. You kept your hand on my shoulder, wouldn’t let me leave, and started saying all sorts of weird things.”

Just like that, his usual cool, serious demeanor snapped back into place, as if the awkwardness from a moment ago had never happened.

Rebecca watched him walk away and couldn’t help but smile to herself.

What a fool—he actually bought it.

She quietly followed him to the door, where his driver was already waiting with the car idling by the curb.

Once inside, Dylan immediately buried himself in emails, his focus so intense it was as if nothing else in the world existed except for work.

Rebecca didn’t disturb him. She simply sat back, watching the scenery blur past the window.

Then Dylan’s phone rang.

He answered, breaking the silence with his low, steady voice. “Hi, Mom.”