Chapter Eighteen
Rosaline's POV:
Mr Sylvester stares at me like I punched him in the guts.
What was he trying to do? Was this care? Worry?
He clears his throat and his face. "Let's go. You seem like you don't want to be here."
Of course I don't want to be here.
I don't know that we are at his house until he opens my side of the door. "Are you okay?"
I nod and alight. "I'm fine."
Barely minutes into my room, a knock sounds on my door. I open it to see Mr Sylvester outside with a take out box of spicy chicken feet. He shoves it into my hands and turns to leave.
A frown lingers on my forehead and I grab his elbow before he can leave. "Here." I hand him the box and clench my jaw. "Why are you doing this?"
He squints. "This?" He waves the box.
"This and with your yelling at the
