Summary of Chapter 494 – A turning point in The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) by Cynthia Dempsey
Chapter 494 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte), written by Cynthia Dempsey. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
Rebecca’s eyes were full of embarrassment and apology—she hadn’t meant to stumble upon what Dylan was browsing, and now all she wanted was to disappear.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll just go…”
She quickly handed over the coffee and turned to leave, hoping to escape the awkwardness.
But as fate would have it, her hand trembled. The cup slipped, and with a sharp splatter, black coffee spilled everywhere—right down the front of Dylan’s shirt and suit pants.
Rebecca’s eyes went wide. She froze, holding her breath.
Dylan shot to his feet, his face darkening with a stormy mix of anger and shock.
Before he could speak, Rebecca snatched a stack of napkins and rushed over to help. She dabbed frantically at his shirt. “Mr. Foster, I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to—please, let me—”
He stepped back, trying to put distance between them, but Rebecca kept pace, her hands moving anxiously over the coffee stains on his jacket and then—without thinking—down to his pants.
Dylan stiffened, grabbing her wrist in a sudden, almost desperate motion. His voice was cold, threaded with both irritation and embarrassment. “Rebecca, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Rebecca looked up, startled, realizing where her hand had landed. She yanked it back, face burning. “I’m so sorry—I really didn’t mean—”
The color drained from Dylan’s face, replaced by a rigid, uncomfortable expression. He shot her a look that said he didn’t believe a word.
“That’s enough. Leave it. Just go,” he said, turning away, voice clipped and icy.

But as the water ran, his mind replayed the awkward moment when Rebecca’s hand brushed against him—a moment that, to his shock, had sparked a reaction he hadn’t felt in years.
His eyes narrowed. Was there nothing wrong with him after all? Yet the doctors had said… Impossible.
Frustration welled up inside him. How could he have that kind of response to a married woman—his own employee, no less? It was wrong on every level.


Dylan clenched his fists, eyes cold as ice.

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