Chapter 162

Jaselyn's POV

“You're back.” Was what escaped my lips instead.

“It's not like I want to be here. The car refused to start and the driver couldn't do anything in this storm. He'll go look for a mechanic after the storm is over.” She grumbled, walking further into the living room.

“You poor thing, you're drenched.” Mrs Windsommer empathized and stood up, leaving to probably go get some towels.

Larose took out her phone but it was also wet. She tried to switch it on but the blank screen remained.

“Stupid thing.” She cursed under her breath, shaking it and trying to get it to work.

“It seems like your phone is damaged. Did it fall or something? It's soaked.” I inquired.

“It fell into a puddle when I was trying to rush back here.” She confessed.

“Is the call important? You can use my phone instead.” I offered and she scoffed.

“I didn't ask for your help, it's fine.”

“Cut the crap, Larose. I know you were rushing back because of Carol but now you're stuck here due to the storm. Unfortunate