Chapter 239

Rosalind was so frightened that she was practically trembling, her eyes filling up with tears. "Mr. Peterson, everyone makes mistakes, but I believe there's good in everyone—ah!" Before she could finish, David pinned her against the car. Breathing in the faint floral scent from her body, he muttered, "So, that's how it is." Rosalind didn't even dare to breathe. Her tears glistened in her eyes. David leaned in, enunciating, "You like Chester, Ms. Fairchild." Rosalind turned her face away. "Mr. Peterson, you can't just joke about things like that." "Oh? So you don't like Chester?" "I…" David chuckled. As the smoke from the cigarette in his hand slowly drifted into Rosalind's nostrils, she felt sick right away. She stared back at him. Being unable to read the emotions and intentions in those dark eyes made her anxious. "Mr. Peterson, stop being so disrespectful… Please move." David finally stepped back, giving her space. Fiddling with the half-burnt cigarette between his finger