Chapter Nine
Rosaline's POV:
I open the pot of steaming noodles and a smile crawls to my face. From where I stand, I can perceive the pepper.
Perfect.
Thunder rumbles outside and more spears fall on the roof making the night ever so surreal.
I walk out of the kitchen to find a drenched Mr Sylvester walking in. Didn't he go out with his car?
I give a little bow and walk to the couch where my laptop sits.
The spice and the hot food is a little bit too much but that's how I like it.
The spicier the better.
Seconds later, a weird feeling develops behind me. I turn to find Mr Sylvester still standing in his drenched clothes. Taking off my glasses, I widen my eyes.
Did he want to eat? But he hated spicy food. Perhaps the rain?
"Do you want some?"
His brows furrow and he stares a
