Chapter Twelve
Rosaline's POV:
"Rosaline!" Mr Sylvester's voice calls out. I wipe my eyes and get up from the floor.
"What?"
His shirt is buttoned halfway and there's blood staining his shirt at the inside elbow. He blinks and rushes to where I am.
"Why are you here alone? Where's my father?"
He heard? Still. I wasn't going to bare it all to him or that would make me dependent and stupid. Perhaps, I would never risk Ethan and mom's lives.
"I don't know."
I walk past him, and he grabs my arm.
"My father will never call you without wanting something. What did he..."
I hit off his hands and turn to him. He stares at me with a stiff neck and strained muscles. His eyes don't blink.
"I am fine sir. "
I turn back to the door and walk out. I hail a cab and hand the driver the hot
