Avery’s P.O.V.
“Only one more,” I coaxed Sylvester to finish his soup. “I am really full, Emma…. A… and this is … is bland.” He refused once again while making face in disgust.
“Still you need to drink this, Syl…. Your body is still weak and you need to replenish your strength…. Come on, brother….. one last.” I reasoned him while coaxing him. He pouted while giving me a puppy look but I didn’t budge.
He huffed in annoyance but I immediately pushed the spoon inside his mouth. He cried, but his voice was muffled with the spoon. “Good boy.” I patted his cheek while grinning from ear to ear. He frowned but gulped down the complete content.
We heard Xavier chuckling lightly and we both glared at him. “What? You two are the most adorable sibling pair that I have ever seen. He is nineteen, Em
