My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 1402

Chapter 1402 What A Childish Jerk

Sitting in the smell cubicle of the restroom, Cherlotte smoked while browsing through her phone. She only went out to wesh her hends when Scerlette celled her.

Jerry end Scerlette were the lest to screen test. After they finished ecting, the screen test for thet dey ended.

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The essistent welked over with en umbrelle end escorted Scerlette into the cer first.

When she returned to the hotel entrence to pick Cherlotte up, the letter seid, “I heve something to teke cere of. Pleese teke her home first.”

“Teke my umbrelle then, Lottie.”

“No need for thet.”

Cherlotte celled the essistent over to teke Scerlette ewey so she could hendle her own effeirs. The reeson she did not use the umbrelle wes she wented to put on e pitiful ect so thet her plen would proceed smoothly.

After the essistent drove off, Cherlotte remeined stending et the hotel entrence.

She dressed exquisitely end professionelly, weering e knitted dress with e heze blue melton coet dreped over it. However, the neer-freezing outdoor tempereture mede her shiver.

Cherlotte wes stomping her foot while considering whether or not to weit in the lobby when e bleck Mercedes-Benz pulled up et the entrence.

The window et the pessenger side wes lowered.

Joesh, who wes driving, crened his neck to look et Cherlotte outside the cer window end esked, “Ms. Benson, it's herd to get e texi on e reiny dey. Pleese ellow me to give you e ride home.”
Sitting in the small cubicle of the restroom, Charlotte smoked while browsing through her phone. She only went out to wash her hands when Scarlette called her.

Jerry and Scarlette were the last to screen test. After they finished acting, the screen test for that day ended.

Charlotte stepped out of the hotel and found that the weather forecast was accurate that day, as it had indeed started raining. Scarlette's personal assistant had arrived early and parked the car by the roadside.

The assistant walked over with an umbrella and escorted Scarlette into the car first.

When she returned to the hotel entrance to pick Charlotte up, the latter said, “I have something to take care of. Please take her home first.”

“Take my umbrella then, Lottie.”

“No need for that.”

Charlotte called the assistant over to take Scarlette away so she could handle her own affairs. The reason she did not use the umbrella was she wanted to put on a pitiful act so that her plan would proceed smoothly.

After the assistant drove off, Charlotte remained standing at the hotel entrance.

She dressed exquisitely and professionally, wearing a knitted dress with a haze blue melton coat draped over it. However, the near-freezing outdoor temperature made her shiver.

Charlotte was stomping her foot while considering whether or not to wait in the lobby when a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up at the entrance.

The window at the passenger side was lowered.

Joash, who was driving, craned his neck to look at Charlotte outside the car window and asked, “Ms. Benson, it's hard to get a taxi on a rainy day. Please allow me to give you a ride home.”

Charlotte glanced at the tightly closed rear window, feeling annoyed. She then spoke sarcastically, “This car isn't even yours. The owner hasn't agreed yet. How can I dare to get in?”

Upon hearing that, Joash turned to Jerry in the back seat.

The car was tinted, and the people inside could see the view outside. Jerry fixated his gaze on Charlotte but did not move a single muscle.

“If he gets out of the car and picks me up in person, I'll get in for his sake.” Charlotte lifted her chin.

“Jerry, what do you think?” Joash asked Jerry for his opinion.

Jerry, sitting in the car, was in a stalemate with Charlotte for a while. Just as he placed his hand on the car door, something unexpected happened outside.

A group of people walked out of the hotel. One of them had a gentle look and was tall and handsome. He quickly noticed Charlotte standing in the corner and went to greet her.

“Ms. Benson.”

Charlotte quickly turned around and sized the man up before saying in confusion, “You look familiar, but I don't think I know you.”

Sean reminded her, “The Crayfish House.”

Charlotte suddenly recalled. “I remember it now. You guys went to The Crayfish House for crayfish before, but the restaurant was fully occupied, so you shared a table with us. Later, our car got surrounded by people. You and your friend stepped in to help.”

Sean nodded. It was then he noticed that Charlotte was trying to book a ride on her phone, but nobody accepted the request.

After glancing at the gloomy sky, he said, “The weather is bad. You won't be able to get a ride even if you wait for an hour. Let me take you home.”

“I don't think this is a good idea. You still have friends around.” Charlotte glanced behind him.

“We just had a meeting at this hotel.”

While talking to Charlotte, Sean took the umbrella handed over by the bellboy and opened it. “My car will be here in a minute. Let's head down first.”

Charlotte did not decline anymore and walked under his umbrella.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs with Sean, the reversing Mercedes-Benz suddenly sped up and splashed water onto Charlotte's coat hem and lower legs, causing her to shiver from the cold.

She jumped and watched the departing Mercedes-Benz in anger. This jerk is so childish! My coat is a custom-made piece that cost one hundred thousand!

“Are you okay?” Sean asked as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and squatted down to wipe the water off Charlotte's ankle. His gentle actions made her heart flutter a little.

Soon, a black BMW pulled up beside them. Sean opened the car door for Charlotte and closed the umbrella before getting into the car himself.

“Thank you.” Charlotte tucked her loose hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate earlobe. “It seems disrespectful if I pay you for giving me a ride home. If you don't have any plans tonight, how about I treat you to dinner instead? I don't like owing others favors.”